by Do you like elevator shafts??
Well, I don't.
I couldn't get in the building as usual, and so this lady, who was going in, opened the door for me. She then decided that was an opening to tell me her life story. To not be rude, I stepped onto the elevator to let her continue her conversation. She asked me what floor I needed, I told her 5, she continued her story. When she got to the college portion I realized we were on the 10th floor. ... She didn't push my floor number. Now, normally I would have just taken the stairs - I only live on the fifth floor, but no - I had to be nice. So now, I'm standing there in the elevator, at the very top, as high as I could go, and this lady won't shut the hell up. She stood in the door's path so that it wouldn't shut; and continued to talk.
She was talking SO LONG that the elevator door decided to ignore the obsruction and try to close anyway. But she put her feet against it, and her back against the side of the elevator, once again rendering the door unable to close.
The entire time I was wondering what I could say to make her end her story so that I would no longer be suspended at a height that ensured death were I to plummet down the elevator shaft.
I hit my head on the salad bar
I do it evey time I clean it.
It's got the perfect placement to be in a blind spot when I'm close to it.
And I smashed my finger in a drawer.
My boss asked me if I knew how to do the pull-thaw list. I said no. Then he said something about "well, we can..."
"we"??
I think we misunderstood each other
When I said no, I didn't just mean "no, I don't know how"
What I meant was "no I don't know how and am way too busy to bother learning how right now"
When I was young enough to need to be babysat, I was with my grandfather fairly regularly. Often as we were hanging out on the lake, some kids would walk by and I would see my grandpa look at their clothes and mumble, "idiots". I always thought he was being harsh, or perhaps using the word out of context, as if to say that their clothes looked idiotic. But being young, I didn't ask.
Years later, there I sat, at the bus stop. I saw these two kids across the street and laughed to myself.
Idiots
It was in the low 60's today, and this time of year , low 60's isn't warm. The clouds and wind deprived one of the hope of warmth from the sun.
The first thing that caught my eye about this pair of boys is their pants - if they could be called that. Boy "A" had startlingly tight pants. Boy "B" looked like he may have painted his lower body and strode boldly into public with just a t-shirt and shoes. About that t-shirt... Both boys' t-shirts were probably my younger sister's size.
Their shoes were the huge puffy kind of sneaker so their super thin-looking ankles ended in gigantic, marshmellow-looking feet. They looked somewhat ridiculous just because of their clothes, so to make it better, they were cold. They were all sqwunched up trying to keep warm, but also - realizing they were in a potential area of being sighted by someone important - they tried to pretend like they weren't.
Wear a sweater ^^
And yes! Wearing sweater time has finally come to us!! My fingertips get cold quickly, but it's such nice weather to walk in. And! The leaves are changing! I wonder how many of you have seen that?? There's a lot of east coasters... Although I dislike living here, there are certain things that are good about it. It's usually sunny with crisp, cool air. It feels clean?? The leaves crunch under your feet (note to self: not good if one is going for stealth) in the fall and then the snow does the same in winter.... Until it gets so deep I can't go anywhere. At least I don't have to shovel any car out of snowplow-created drifts. Or sit outside scraping ice off of a windshield.
Woo-hoo for leaves.
Well, I don't.
I couldn't get in the building as usual, and so this lady, who was going in, opened the door for me. She then decided that was an opening to tell me her life story. To not be rude, I stepped onto the elevator to let her continue her conversation. She asked me what floor I needed, I told her 5, she continued her story. When she got to the college portion I realized we were on the 10th floor. ... She didn't push my floor number. Now, normally I would have just taken the stairs - I only live on the fifth floor, but no - I had to be nice. So now, I'm standing there in the elevator, at the very top, as high as I could go, and this lady won't shut the hell up. She stood in the door's path so that it wouldn't shut; and continued to talk.
She was talking SO LONG that the elevator door decided to ignore the obsruction and try to close anyway. But she put her feet against it, and her back against the side of the elevator, once again rendering the door unable to close.
The entire time I was wondering what I could say to make her end her story so that I would no longer be suspended at a height that ensured death were I to plummet down the elevator shaft.
I hit my head on the salad bar
I do it evey time I clean it.
It's got the perfect placement to be in a blind spot when I'm close to it.
And I smashed my finger in a drawer.
My boss asked me if I knew how to do the pull-thaw list. I said no. Then he said something about "well, we can..."
"we"??
I think we misunderstood each other
When I said no, I didn't just mean "no, I don't know how"
What I meant was "no I don't know how and am way too busy to bother learning how right now"
When I was young enough to need to be babysat, I was with my grandfather fairly regularly. Often as we were hanging out on the lake, some kids would walk by and I would see my grandpa look at their clothes and mumble, "idiots". I always thought he was being harsh, or perhaps using the word out of context, as if to say that their clothes looked idiotic. But being young, I didn't ask.
Years later, there I sat, at the bus stop. I saw these two kids across the street and laughed to myself.
Idiots
It was in the low 60's today, and this time of year , low 60's isn't warm. The clouds and wind deprived one of the hope of warmth from the sun.
The first thing that caught my eye about this pair of boys is their pants - if they could be called that. Boy "A" had startlingly tight pants. Boy "B" looked like he may have painted his lower body and strode boldly into public with just a t-shirt and shoes. About that t-shirt... Both boys' t-shirts were probably my younger sister's size.
Their shoes were the huge puffy kind of sneaker so their super thin-looking ankles ended in gigantic, marshmellow-looking feet. They looked somewhat ridiculous just because of their clothes, so to make it better, they were cold. They were all sqwunched up trying to keep warm, but also - realizing they were in a potential area of being sighted by someone important - they tried to pretend like they weren't.
Wear a sweater ^^
And yes! Wearing sweater time has finally come to us!! My fingertips get cold quickly, but it's such nice weather to walk in. And! The leaves are changing! I wonder how many of you have seen that?? There's a lot of east coasters... Although I dislike living here, there are certain things that are good about it. It's usually sunny with crisp, cool air. It feels clean?? The leaves crunch under your feet (note to self: not good if one is going for stealth) in the fall and then the snow does the same in winter.... Until it gets so deep I can't go anywhere. At least I don't have to shovel any car out of snowplow-created drifts. Or sit outside scraping ice off of a windshield.
Woo-hoo for leaves.
