Wednesday, June 08, 2005

yeah, so I'm kind of a big deal around here...

my office is on the 3rd floor of a 3 floor building (first floor is a couple retail stores, second floor is some offices and the 3rd floor is us) and one can gain access to our office via the stairs or what is acknowledged to be the slowest elevator on the planet - generally, unless you've got a spare hour or two, it's a good idea to avoid the elevator.

The other day, I was heading out to lunch and I was carrying several cardboard boxes (you know, because in case I haven't mentioned it about 75 trillion times, I'm moving to Savannah, GA in about 3 weeks) so I decided to take the elevator - half an hour into the ride down, the car stops on the second floor and some guy gets in.

"Are you getting off on the first floor?" he asks.

"Yeah..." I answer thinking that there wouldn't be much other reason for me to have pushed the button marked "1"

"Okay, I'll get the door to the outside for you."

Let me tell you right now that manners are THE SHIT - seriously - any guy with good manners, automatically gets major credit in my book (not the book I'm writing, but, you know... my book - the one where I keep tallies of things like... manners... nevermind)

"Oh, thanks, who says chivalry is dead?"

So, about half an hour later we get down to the first floor and he rushes to get the door for me.

I'm thanking him profusely when some guy who probably works on the second floor is coming inside and getting into the elevator. He glances at the guy holding the door, at my boxes and then goes about his merry little way.

I take the boxes to my car, run my errands and head back to the office. Right when I'm walking into the door, the guy-who-probably-works-on-the-second-floor (not the guy who held the door for me) happens to be stepping out of the elevator.

He does a doubletake when he sees me and I wonder briefly if I have food in my teeth or if my tatas are hanging out. "Hey," he says, way too brightly. "You're the girl with the boxes." Like I was Julia Roberts or that little blonde girl who's in every single movie including "Cat in the Hat", "Man on Fire", and "War of the Worlds" (yes, I know her name, she just creeps me out and I worry that she's like Beetlejuice, like you say her name three times and then she's there - how else can you explain that she's in so many movies?)

Crap, now, in addition to everything else, I have to worry about being recognized for my packing materials