“Bruh, I live here.”
Then he demands ID and makes me sit there while he looks me up to get into my own damn apartment.
“Can I help you?”
“I live here Apartment number []”
“Hold on, hold on let me have your name and ID.”
“I just moved, trying to get home.”
“Yea, yea but we gotta get to know each other, right?”
I’ve been through this twice and not having it. I breeze past him, “I live in apt [], look it up.”
“Hold on, I need your ID.” Now his voice is raised and he’s walking to me. I de-escalate & stay pissed off the rest of the day.
“Can I help you”
“Yea, I live here.”
He looks at me. Processes for a sec. Then says “Aight, I hear you” and lets me go.
And that made all the difference.