Earlier I went to get into the elevator to come up to my office from the first floor. The doors opened and this lady went to get in, completely running into a girl trying to exit the elevator, and pinning her momentarily against the wall.
Oh, I'm so sorry, so sorry! So, I get in the elevator, she asks me what floor, I say 4, she's going to 2. She's like, ooh, lucky numbers. So, it's not a very long ride from 1 to 2, obviously, but the whole time she just stared at me... I turned to look at her, and she was like, my son has the exact same hair style... He just loves it. I said thank you, cuz what else do you say to that...? She got out of the elevator much more gracefully than she got in.
As she entered the newly remodeled 2nd floor, she starts proclaiming, very loudly, Oh wow, it's different in here! Am I on the right floor?!
Whatever she's on, I kinda want some... In any case, it added some humor to my otherwise routine day.
