Then there are days when you are Murphy for someone else. Hunh?! I will explain.
Last Monday, while arriving at work, I probably made this other lady go totally insane. I was in front of a white Ford. A middle aged French woman seemed rather rushed. As I pulled over to the turnstile, I realized my pass was in my handbag which was on the back seat. I reached back to take the handbag and feeling the strap tighten around something I realized a strap was stuck under the car seat's arm rest. I yanked on the handle which caused all the contents of the handbag to fly everywhere. Embarrassed, I looked in the rear view mirror, to my horror she honked at me right as she gave me the look of death. I was not going to step out the car to get my pass from the back seat. So I lowered my seat as far back as possible, undid my seat belt, heard another honk, rolled over to my side and reached to my handbag. Grabbing my pass I sat up straight, moved my hair from my face, swiped my card and drove ahead. As I inched forward, I felt her vibes caress the back of my neck.
Like that wasn't enough humiliation for a day, as I parked car, I notice she had pulled in right next to my spot. I gave her a super embarrassed, super cheesy grin ( eyebrows raised an all ) an was greeted with a condescending roll of the eye. She huffed and puffed her way out of the car and I slowed down what I was doing to give her way to get ahead. Instead of following close behind, I took my time, rearranging my handbag and then slowly began walking towards the elevators. I couldn't believe my eyes! 15 minutes later she was still at the elevators! Although I felt it was more to her horror than mine that we were together again.
She decided to take the stairs. I decided whole-heartily to wait instead for the elevator. Carrying her bags most awkwardly she began her steps up the long metal stairway.
She had barely reached the third step when the loud bling of the elevator broke the silence. I hustled in, waited a few seconds, thinking she may join me, and then pressed the Ground Floor ( RC ) button. I walked out and made my way to the other set of elevators. As I work on the 24th floor, taking the stairs never is an option for me.
I had been waiting about half a minute when I turned around to see the same lady joining me at the elevators. It seemed like a long day already and I hadn't even reached work yet! In the next 10 seconds the elevator door opened and about six of us stepped in, including the lady. As the elevator door was about to close, a guy forced his way in followed by a couple other people. It all happened in a rush, like a really fast scene in an action movie going super super slow. And didn't even realize how fast my arm pushed back as my elbow nudged the coffee the guy behind me was holding as the coffee sprayed all over the lady's white suit jacket.
I froze in silence as the lady swore her mind and heart out in french, getting most of the earlier frustrations out, all at the poor guy who's coffee I had nudged.
