Dear woman in the white sweater:
Truly, i have nothing personal against you. i couldn't- i do not even know your name. All i do know is that you came to this evening's public borough council meeting sick.
You weren't only a little sick. You let it be known that you were not feeling well, and even commented that this was a terrible time for you to have the flu.
Wait a second now. Can we imagine the scratching sound that would accompany this monologue were it on tv, stop the presses and replay that last statement. It's a bad time for you to have the flu. The flu.
At one point you asked the men in the chairs on the end to move over, as you had to sit down. You were audibly unhappy, and visually unhappy. Perhaps five or six times during the meeting you made trips to the bathroom (located to the side and behind the council table at the front of the room). By the way that bathroom is not entirely soundproof.
Now i get that you wanted to videotape the meeting. Tonight, you were not the only one taping. It's your right to tape a public meeting. This is not the root of my problem with you.
My problem is this: your right to videotape a public meeting loses, in my personal opinion, to my right, and that of all of the other people in that room, to not feel as badly as you make no bones about feeling.
It wasn't like you had to be there. Were you paid to attend, i might be more understanding. However, i was paid to attend, and that's perhaps one of the main reasons i didn't leave, though i did volunteer my seat to your companion as a polite way of getting away from you.
Here's the underlying plea. It's an earnest one too. Next time you feel sick. Please do stay home. Someone else can tape the meeting. It will save the rest of us some worry.
Thank you,
une
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