I'm standing there in the lobby, along with three other people, waiting on the elevator. One an older man with food from the cafe in his hand. Another an older lady, also on her way up from the cafe. And then this younger (probably my age...shit that aint young is it? boo hoo hoo) guy coming from outside. Who knows where he was coming from. Lunch? Home? A smoke break? Who knows.
So anyways, I'm standing there waiting waiting waiting, holding the mail, and I can see him looking at what seemed to be my mail from the corner of my eye. You know in my peripheral. So this guy, pointing at his wrist, says to me "What's that mean?". I have a tattoo on my wrist. I giggling say "Scorpio. It's my sign". Now for reals I am a totally oblivious person. I don't know if he was talking to me because he thought I was cute or if he was just bored trying to strike up conversation with a fellow building attender.
The conversation continues, I say, "I like it" and he nods. At this point we are in the elevator. I have to go up to the godly 12th floor! I hate elevators and we're on the highest floor. Makes for a beautiful view, but I don't really care because I don't have an office with a view. He's getting off at the 5th floor. "Zodiac" he says and I'm like "yeah". Then as he's stepping off he says, "What month is Scorpio" and I reply with "October". And that is it. I have to ride the rest of the way up with the older man and older woman which of course get off at 10 and 11. I hate the elevator for two reasons. 1) They freak me out 2) I don't like being that close to people I don't know. And I honestly feel like every time I get on the elevator it stops at almost every floor. Like I hate those people who get on at 1 to get off at 2. Really you're that lazy? That's how I see it in my head. Another day another blog.
He probably was just trying to make conversation, but it was nice anyways. I like making new friends and I've been secretly hoping I'd meet someone on that damn elevator.
The conversation continues, I say, "I like it" and he nods. At this point we are in the elevator. I have to go up to the godly 12th floor! I hate elevators and we're on the highest floor. Makes for a beautiful view, but I don't really care because I don't have an office with a view. He's getting off at the 5th floor. "Zodiac" he says and I'm like "yeah". Then as he's stepping off he says, "What month is Scorpio" and I reply with "October". And that is it. I have to ride the rest of the way up with the older man and older woman which of course get off at 10 and 11. I hate the elevator for two reasons. 1) They freak me out 2) I don't like being that close to people I don't know. And I honestly feel like every time I get on the elevator it stops at almost every floor. Like I hate those people who get on at 1 to get off at 2. Really you're that lazy? That's how I see it in my head. Another day another blog.
He probably was just trying to make conversation, but it was nice anyways. I like making new friends and I've been secretly hoping I'd meet someone on that damn elevator.
I ran into this guy again today on the elevator to go get the mail. He gets on, with two other people, at the 5th floor. Then gets OFF at the 4th floor. Have these people never heard of stairs? I mean it's one freakin floor.
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