Santa take note.
Angst & Graphite.
Please pass the Neosporin.
Kung Fu PJs.
Rainbow on the corner.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Embarassing moment of the day.
I step onto the elevator at the first floor to go up. It goes down to the basement and lets on this huge, disheveled, panting guy. Before my fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, the doors close and we are whisked away to the second floor. Why is he panting? I don't know. I hold my breath just in case he's got something airborne I don't want to catch.
The doors open on the second floor. My lungs are urgently reminding me that the body doesn't work properly without a constant supply of oxygen. No one is there. Panting Man stands, hulking, between me and the Close Door button. If I get off here, I have to wait for it to go all the way up and all the way down before it picks me up. I have to get to class, so I decide to stay where I am.
Finally, the doors close and we continue our slow trek upward. I can make it to the fourth floor sans breath if we don't stop.
We stop. He's still panting, standing in the middle of the elevator. My lungs finally give out as the door opens and I gulp in a stuttered breath of elevator air.
The doors open for the third floor passenger, who is greeted by a giant, panting man, and a gasping girl. To make matters worse, he chooses that EXACT moment to make room for our new passenger by quickly jumping back to the opposite corner of the elevator. She eyeballs us and steps onboard with obvious trepidation.
You just KNOW she thinks she caught us mid-coitus or something. Ugh.
posted by hilary at 10:59 AM |
Links to this post: