Today I was on an elevator. This is not the elevator I took. I got this picture off of someone's flicker account. In my elevator I was going up to the 5th floor at the hospital to watch an ultrasound of my daughter's unborn child. I was to meet her up there.
When I stepped onto the elevator a variety of people stepped in with me. We had short, fat guy, older lady holding onto her walker with her dancing eyes, her daughter (I guess), young african-american girl and young couple, they were very young and she was very pregnant and rubbing her belly saying, oooh it really hurts. Now this was a crew. Them and me in my jeans and pink oxford shirt. Jeans too tight and shirt too big to hide the fact that jeans are too tight. You don't care about that, I don't know why I felt the need to mention it. They called out the different floors and I pressed the buttons.
I looked around real quick like I really wasn't looking around. Isn't that what you do? Sometimes I'm in an elevator and I don't even make eye contact or say a word to anyone. And sometimes I just have to say something. I guess it depends on what kind of mood I'm in. Today I just thought about if that elevator got stuck, what kind of conversations would be carried on. Would it just be small talk, would someone freak out, would someone pass out? Would that someone be me? No of course not. I would feel like I would have to take care of fat guy but not get too close cause he might think I have the hots for him, or lady hanging on to walker. Would she want to sit down, would we all have to move over and help her? Or the couple with the prego belly, would she start whining. Oh I would hope not, I hear enough of that from my own kids, would the african american girl even speak, cause she might feel out of place with all the white folk, let's see who am I forgetting, let me scroll up for a minute. Oh, the older lady's friend or daughter or whatever. She seemed pretty quiet too.
Anyhow it didn't happen. This time. They all got off on their floors and didn't even thank me for pressing the button for them.
I don't know why I felt like sharing this today, but here it is.
On to cooking dinner.
5 comments:
I've thought about this scene before when I've seen it played out on TV shows. Always hoping I won't be the whiner because that gets on my nerves. I think I would be the one who tries to deliver the baby - because you know the baby always comes when the elevator gets stuck!!
At least I'm stickin' with that story. :)
I love this! You are so observant of people and their stories. Isn't it fun to make up scenarios of what is happening and the possible changes in a certain situation? I am somewhat claustrophobic (sp?) so I frequently "imagine" what might take place. I hope your dinner was delicious and your dreams that night, delightful!
white folk??? you are one nutty white folk...just saying :d
Interesting post, Deb. I have a tendency to feel claustrophobic in a crowded elevator, and try not to think about it getting stuck.
Very odd things happen in elevators. At least when I'm riding in them. :)
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