I thought this ironic considering my last blog entry.
I stepped onto an elevator this morning. An Indian woman came in right behind me. (Oh, the awkardness of two people in an elevator.) "This one's really small," she said. "Excuse me, what?" I asked. "This elevator, it's really small." "Oh yeah, I guess it is." "But at least there's someone in here, that's nice," she continued. I might add, yes, this elevator was really small and also very slow. 2 floors should never take this long. "What?" I asked, wondering where she was going with her story. "Well, you see, a couple years ago I got stuck in an elevator for 15 minutes by myself. It was terrifying. 15 minutes in the dark. It would've been nice to have someone with me." I tried to be funny, "But then they would've just stolen your oxygen. You might've died." "Still, it would've been nice."
And the elevator doors opened, and we went on our separate ways.
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