So this morning I was waiting for the elevator in my office building lobby. I had a big fucking headache, which is not unusual, especially lately because the weather keeps changing like a girl who can’t make up her mind which dress she wants to wear for prom.
There was a guy waiting for the elevator, too. He had a bicycle. Why? Idk. It was clear that he intended to take this bicycle onto the elevator, which was slightly disturbing.
There were two women waiting. They did not look happy. Why should they? We were all going to work.
The elevator arrived with a ding. And also an idiot. Some smiling doofus with a tie bounced off and held the door. “Good morning!” he chirped at Bike Guy.
Bike Guy grunted and wheeled his bike on. The women got on/in. I got in.
Tie Doofus still held the door. “No one’s smiling!” he admonished cheerfully.
One of the women smiled at him.
(It wasn’t me, obviously.)
“That’s better!” he twittered and released his hold on the door.
As the elevator began rising, Bike Guy said, “I hate to dismiss someone’s kindness, but….”
“That guy was really annoying,” one of the women finished.
“Yeah,” said the other one.
I said nothing. I don’t like to talk to strangers on elevators.
But I felt a vague glow of connectedness with these peeps, which is about as good as it gets for me at 9AM on a Thursday in Irvine.