Because no one ever believes me when I say I’m unlucky…
So, I see a partner that I have been avoiding, waiting at the elevator bank. I wave to him, for the life of me, I do not want to get stuck in an elevator with him. Unfortunately, both the up and down call buttons were pressed by the time he walked over to the bank, so I don’t know which way he’s going (so that I could then, of course, go the other way). Anyway, the down elevator comes and he stays put, so I wave goodbye and dash off to get on the down elevator, even though I needed to go up. So, I take this elevator down, in high heels (because I was coming from a meeting) at the lunchtime rush, hit practically every floor on the way down and then suffer the painful ride back up to my office.
But whatever, awkward two minute conversation averted, so it was TOTALLY worth it.
I was in such high spirits that after a few im sessions, I decided to go out for lunch.
I press the down arrow and the elevator doors open, I bound inside and GUESS, just GUESS, who is inside.
Groan.
April 25th, 2007 at 5:07 pm
“I forgot my wallet.”
April 25th, 2007 at 9:57 pm
I did something like that once. Was parking my car and didn’t want to talk to this guy on the walk in. So I waited a couple minutes and ended up locking my keys in my truck. That karma can be a bitch!
April 25th, 2007 at 11:05 pm
You have to master the art of Boss Talk.
April 26th, 2007 at 9:02 am
That’s the kind of thing that used to happen with me and every single one of my roommates, particularly the narcissistic Canadian singer who thought she was Mariah. Except I didn’t have the luxury of avoiding her with elaborate elevator tactics.