Chill Pill Please

Soundtrack of the Day:
And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance
But fear is in your soul
Some people call it a one night stand
>But we can call it paradise

Current Temperature: I could still use that bowl of noodles.

I just went to get my mid-morning iced coffee across the street at the deli. When I got back and entered the elevator lobby and elevator was right there waiting for me. What luck. Even better, it was the elevator that didn’t take years to close its doors, the one that closed on command of a little button labeled “door close.” As I stepped in I heard another person enter the building, and therefore picked up my pace and pressed the “door close” button before he or she could see me and expect me to hold the door. This was, after all, my moment and I didn’t want to share it with anyone.

“Hold the door,” was what I heard and for a nanosecond I debated ignoring it. Then I thought, what if he was late for an interview, and his getting the job depended on this elevator. The rest of the elevators were unreliable and, to be perfectly honest, hazardous.

Irritated, I pressed the “door open” button. A dweeby man stepped inside. “I saw you getting in,” he said, looking at me for a response.

No shit man. Now you want a conversation? I faked a smile and returned my eyes to the panel of numbers above the door, lighting up in ascending order as we rose over Broadway.

I hate it when people do that. I mean, don’t that know that’s just freaking annoying? And then they walk in once you’ve given up your entire selfishness allowance for the day, and they want to talk to you.

Please, let it be, you’re in the elevator already. Don’t talk to me. Hurry up and get off.

Man, I have to get out of this town. It makes me so grouchy. The mix is bad. After all, it’s not the dude’s fault I didn’t want to talk to him.