So a few weeks ago, I’m waiting next to the elevators at my apartment. Its early morning, I’m a little late for work, and I’m idly dreaming of some pop starlet I saw on TV last night.
Door opens. And I move to step in.
At the same time this lady tried to step out.
She’s one of those serious ones, you know. The type that looks like she’s never smiled in her life. Mid-30s maybe. All dressed up in an unattractive business suit, no-nonsense military bearing look. I’m sure you’ve seen her type before.
Anyway, she tries to step out obviously thinking it was the ground floor. So I move to one side to let her pass. And a second later, she realizes her mistake. So she steps back in with a huff.
And she’s in a rush. I can see it in her movements. I can see it in her expression. And perhaps out of a little spite (she did after all startle the crap out of me), I slowly take my time getting into the lift.
She starts tapping her foot, her arms are crossed. And she mutters (just loudly enough for me to hear) “Oh my god”
So I blurt out “Nope, but I do *look * like him though”
Complete and utter silence.
She doesn’t look at me, she doesn’t say anything.
We reach the ground floor, and she sweeps out in an offended rush.
And I’m in the lift with images of her crying to a mob “Burn the heretic! Cleanse his heathen soul!”
Fortunately I’ve shifted apartments since then, so hopefully, I’ll never run into her again.