Every morning when I get to work I pray to just have 30 seconds to myself in the elevator. Am I anti-social? Not really. I don’t understand the obligatory elevator conversation though. You can really only talk about 2 things too: 1. The weather and 2. how that person’s night was (because you just saw them 12 hours ago)

 So I blast my headphones, look down at my phone which I’m pretending to scroll through. I’m really getting tired of listening to saved voicemails from February.

IT HAPPENED! I’m alone! The doors begin to shut and a catastrophic chain of events begins to unfurl. One arm. Doors. Second arm. Doors. Third arm. Doors. Fourth arm. The doors finally shut. “Man, this weather sucks.”  GAH!!!!!!!