The last few months have been anxiety-filled, to say the least. I am still befuddled by the people who live around me and refused to stop the visitors to their apartments.
There is one man on my floor who always tries to start a fight with me. If I don't get on the elevator, he yells at me. If I do get on the elevator, he yells at me. What is his problem? He is a black man, and I am a white woman. That is it. There are a number of black people in my apartment building who hate white people. They hate bigotry, even though they are bigots.
To my knowledge, nobody in the building has had Rona yet. I stay in my apartment, close the door and don't let anybody in, so I'm not up on the hot gossip around the building. I am sure, however, if someone did have the coronavirus and this building, it would be a piece of Gossip that would travel quicker than a Derby horse.
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