Crap.
I totally just let the elevator doors close in that guy's face. I didn't see him until the last second, but he's going to think I did it on purpose.
I see that guy every day. We seem to always take the elevator at the same time. We had a good thing going. Nods of recognition. Occasionally exchanging a word or two.
Now he's going to hate me.
Should I apologize when I see him tomorrow? Act like nothing happened? Why did this happen? Riding the elevator is going to be so awkward.
Unless I start taking the stairs...
I'm not really sure what inspired this one. I haven't taken an elevator lately. Or at least, I haven't accidentally insulted someone while taking an elevator.
I guess I just wanted to write some guy overreacting to the least important thing possible. Who then subsequently decides to make a minor life change to avoid facing his insignificant problem. If that's the case, I think I managed that pretty alright.
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