Hershie hit a speed dial and waited. A recorded voice told him that the office was closed, the Minister at a special session.
"He's in session. Look, it's probably on his desk — I've been coming here for years; really, this is ridiculous."
"I'm sorry. I have my orders."
"I don't think you could stop me, Sergeant."
The Sergeant and his troops shuffled their feet. "You're probably right, sir.
But orders are orders."
"You know, Sergeant, I retired a full colonel from the Armed Forces. I could order you to let me past."
"Sorry sir, no. Different chain of command."
Hershie controlled his frustration with an effort of will. "Fine then. I'll be back tomorrow."
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The building super wasn't pleased about the late rent. He threatened Hershie with eviction, told him he was in violation of the lease, quoted the relevant sections of the Tenant Protection Act from memory, then grudgingly gave in to Hershie's pleas. Hershie had half a mind to put his costume on and let the man see what a real super was like.