So I get on the elevator with a guy I’ve seen around work and we do the awkward “look in different directions” dance, alternating between the elevator door and the floor indicators. He says something I don’t quite hear as he’s getting ready to get off on his floor. My mind puts everything together and my best guess is that he said the weather was nice this morning.
I say “Can’t complain,” as he walks out, mentally high-fiving myself, just one second before I realize that he what he really said was that Metro was a mess this morning. Epic fail.
Now he thinks I’m a freak, because who can’t complain about the Metro?
1 comment:
He probably thinks you were mocking him, feels humiliated, and is going to come back and kill everyone at the FTC. Thanks a lot!
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