Yesterday I stepped out to the lobby of our building (which is right outside my apartment door) to exchange my green laundry tokens (purchased on campus) for the silver laundry tokens which are necessary for doing laundry in our building but which can only be obtained a few at a time. I stayed out there to chat for a while with Aziz, one of our favorite downtown staff members.
As we were talking, Driss, a young and very nice security guard who is (justifiably) quite proud of his English, walked by a couple of times. The second time, he looked down at my feet, which were covered only with some fuzzy cream, brown, and pink-striped socks. He said, in a nonthreatening but very sincere and very serious tone, "You need to go put something on your feet. You need to go right now. It's not good for your health to have just socks and have your feet on this floor."
I came back to my apartment, duly chastised. Driss would be disturbed to know that I did not put something more on my feet. But if I get sick, I will know it was no one's fault but mine for letting my feet get so cold.
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