night, nine
o'clock
Actually that young feller is to me something which you could really call a thorn in my pants , Mr. Flaxberg . Just because he is assistant cutter here and I am only the shipping clerk he treats me like I would be the dirt under his feet . Only last night , Mr. Flaxberg , I am locking up the place when that feller comes up the stairs and says to me I should give him the key , as he forgets a package which he left behind him . Mind you , it is already half-past six , Mr. Flaxberg ; and ever since I am living up in the Bronix , Mr. Flaxberg , I am getting kicked out of six places where I am boarding on account no respectable family would stand it , Mr. Flaxberg , that a feller comes , night after night , nine o'clock to his dinner . '' `` You was telling me about Lubliner , '' Flaxberg reminded him . `` Sure , I know , '' Markulies continued . `` So I says to him the place is closed and that 's all there is to it .