The other day, I got into the parking garage elevator after a long day of work. It was a Friday afternoon, and it had been somewhat of a draining week, so I was kind of mindlessly going through the motions of getting out to my car, and not paying much attention to my surroundings.
I got on the elevator, and stared out the large glass wall on the back edge. The elevator door shut.
At the last second, some guy stuck his arm in the path of the elevator door, the door opened back up, and he got on the elevator.
He could apparently tell that I wasn't paying much attention, because he started apologizing for startling me before I actually even registered a startle.
But I did jump, spun around, and he said, "sorry, sorry, just trying to catch the elevator!"
I relaxed, nodded at him, and he pressed the button and the door closed.
As we're riding up, he laughed and said, "You should see the people at 5:30 in the morning, when they don't think there is anyone else in the parking garage, and then I get on the elevator, boy are they surprised."
I politely laughed, mumbled something like, "oh I bet," and then we were on my floor so I got out and went to my car.
Then I started thinking, did he really just tell me a story about his other 'scaring-people-by-stealing-into-the-elevator-at-the-last-second' experiences? Does this guy regularly make it a point to swipe elevators as the doors are closing? How is it that he actually has a wealth of elevator-swiping stories upon which to draw in this situation?
Weird.
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