I don't like elevators. They make me nauseous. The technology and reliability of them seems a little sketchy. Maybe it was when I was forced on "Tower of Terror" at MGM Studios that the fear really began. Or maybe it's purely developmental. Either way, there's not a moving object I like being transported in less than an elevator.
This past week at work my opposition to elevators took an interesting twist. This is what happened. Last Thursday I got on the elevator at floor 11 going down to the street. We stopped on floor seven. A man got on, clearly crazy. The following exchange occurred:
Man: Hey Sparky!
Faetra: What?
Man: You're dressed for snow!
(Faetra looks down at her skirt and t-shirt, trying to tactfully question the man's sanity)
Faetra: What?
Man: I like your shoes!
Faetra: Um...thank you...
Man: I'm wearing slipper to work today!
(Faetra looks down to find the man is actually wearing slippers to work. The elevator stops on the ground floor. They get off in silence)
Yeah, I know. Crazy. THEN ON FRIDAY:
Faetra gets on the elevator at the ground floor. A meek nondescript delivery man gets on the elevator with her. He presses floor 9. She presses floor 11. They ride the elevator up in silence. It stops on the 9th floor. The doors open
Man: You have very lovely feet.
The man exits the elevator. End scene
Everything comes in threes. What will happen this week? And is the fact that all of these creepy incidents are occurring in elevators a coincidence? Or is it some kind of conspiracy?
Only time will tell.
My job is so boring.
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