Of course I didn't know this when I boarded the ferry for our first, slightly nervous visit since the pandemic. Mostly, I wanted to document the oddity of people on the upper deck wearing masks to cross the Great South Bay. I asked Varick to take this selfie because he and Thom were sitting in the first row. Note the man in the red mask coming up the stairs, just to the left of my peace sign.
He took the seat next to me even though the boat was mostly empty. Thom had waited in line for a couple of hours to make sure we could sit in the first few rows. I didn't notice he had removed his mask until he began coughing. The other photo bombers complied with ferry policy.
Yep, Robert Feldman is THAT bird.
"I don't mean to be an asshole, but if you're going to cough, please put your mask back on."
"It's a smoker's cough."
"I don't care, please put it back on if you're going to sit here."
He refused.
"OK then, I'm going to report you."
"Do you know who I am?"
I proved I did by identifying him as the attorney who lost what he called a "gay pride trial" in the Bronx.
Probably not the best tactic for de-escalating our conflict but his arrogance really pissed me off. Downstairs, I complained to the young woman who was shepherding the 50% capacity crowd onto the boat. She asked where the man was sitting. I pointed to the bow.
"Was he wearing a red mask?"
"Yes."
"Oh, he's a homeowner."
"You mean he's caused problems before?
"Not for me personally but we know him. I'll say something after everyone boards."
By the time I returned to my seat, Feldman had put his mask back on and moved into the row behind me. If Sayville Ferry acted on my complaint, I didn't see it.
But Feldman continued to lean forward and make hostile, bizarre comments.
"If you know so much about me, you probably know about my porn site."
Varick put an end to his harassment by standing up, all 6'4" of him.
"Move back," he commanded. "Move away from him."
Welcome back to the Pines. Where homeownership, apparently, has its privileges.
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