She walked into the elevator with a pile of laundry in her hands, still radiating heat from the drier. Casually said hello to the twenty something young Latino boy who was already riding. He was wearing a Chipotle shirt, and she decided to strike up a little conversation with him and practice her Spanish, Usted trabaja en chipotle? You work at Chipotle? Si, he nodded. That’s cool, I eat there almost everyday. He wasn’t impressed. Or didn’t understand. She pushed the fourth floor, and up the elevator went. Ding. She excused herself mucho gusto, buenas noches. He smiled and she walked off the elevator. As she glanced back towards the elevator, there it was. The elevator doors were closing and she wasn’t sure what to do. Walk away, or go back. She reached her hand out and stopped the elevator door right before it was about to close, as the young man stood confused. Her face beet red. She stepped back into the corner of the elevator, one foot reaching back to the door so it wouldn’t close and I PICKED UP MY DRAWERS which had unbeknownst to me, fallen out of my hands and landed right NEXT TO HIS FOOT. I kept my head down as I backed out of the elevator trying to redeem a sliver of the dignity that had just all been taken away. The door began to close again, as he continued to ride, and I mumbled under my breath, well that’s only the most embarrassing thing ever. He was laughing as the doors closed. He apparently understood that.
Feel free to leave your embarrassing stories in the comment section, you know, just to get it off your chest, or to make me feel better about myself. Happy Friday!
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