To Think I might Have Been Had by Rodney Dangerfield (c) 2023

Rodney Dangerfield said he got no respect…but I respected his good taste…in me. LOL! 🤭

Mr. Dangerfield was my neighbor in The Paragon in the 1970's.

He and his 2 children, occupied an apartment in the same huge rental building, as I.

This building was walking distance to his “Dangerfield Comedy Club” on 2nd Avenue.

I can picture him schlepping around the lobby, in his sloppy getups of printed shorts, and clashing patterned shirt. 😮

The man had skinny slightly bowed old man legs hanging, from his knee-long Bermuda shorts… as he shuffled about in his clogs.

(An Adonis he was not)! 😏

This was the figure he cut as he schmoozed with the doormen, working staff, &” Larry Lobby”, another character of our Manhattan building.

Rodney Dangerfield didn’t do his professional standup routine, until evenings at his club, so he hung about afternoons…entertaining the crew.

His hoarse laughs would burst out louder than his audience of buddies.

He was a common guy with no put-on airs…just like his act.

I understood he hadn’t any problem dating a few gals in The Paragon.

As he stood on his stardom, & money, they evidently found him tall, svelte, clever and desirable…I guess! 🙄🤔🤣

Being a single “gorgeous” new gal in The Paragon, he came after me…like I was fresh bait.

If Rodney spotted me carrying a brown bag of groceries, he’d suddenly appear, & offer to accompanying me to my apartment graciously, by helping me with my groceries.

“No thank you, I can manage”, I’d sweetly reply.

I was not at all interested in the man, Rodney Dangerfield, but I adored his comedy schtick. 🥰🤣🤣🤣

He got no respect from me…except “Hello” & “Goodbye " in a neighborly manner.