What the hell.
Mar. 9th, 2009 09:13 pmEvents in the elevator:
There are three people with me. One is blind. He is waiting for the ninth floor.
One gets off at the fifth floor. Says nothing.
I'm on the eighth floor, so I'm next. As I leave, I say to the two people who were with me, "have a good one." And I'm on my way out so I can only half-hear what is said afterwards, and it didn't process until later, so I didn't get to defend myself.
Old lady goes "She's lying. This is the eighth floor." Blind man presumably nods, or something. Old lady says "How can you tell if they're lying?" Blind man says, "The beeps," referring to the little chirping noises an elevator makes as it passes floors.
WELL DUH, LADY. And WTF is your problem. And I'm pretty sure I remember you, too. Over a year ago my mom and I were walking in the parking garage, and you, YOU came zooming out of NOWHERE and almost hit my mom AND THEN PROCEEDED TO BLAME IT ON HER FOR WALKING TOO CLOSE TO THE ROAD. EVEN THOUGH THAT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO WALK.
Seriously, lady.
There are three people with me. One is blind. He is waiting for the ninth floor.
One gets off at the fifth floor. Says nothing.
I'm on the eighth floor, so I'm next. As I leave, I say to the two people who were with me, "have a good one." And I'm on my way out so I can only half-hear what is said afterwards, and it didn't process until later, so I didn't get to defend myself.
Old lady goes "She's lying. This is the eighth floor." Blind man presumably nods, or something. Old lady says "How can you tell if they're lying?" Blind man says, "The beeps," referring to the little chirping noises an elevator makes as it passes floors.
WELL DUH, LADY. And WTF is your problem. And I'm pretty sure I remember you, too. Over a year ago my mom and I were walking in the parking garage, and you, YOU came zooming out of NOWHERE and almost hit my mom AND THEN PROCEEDED TO BLAME IT ON HER FOR WALKING TOO CLOSE TO THE ROAD. EVEN THOUGH THAT'S THE ONLY PLACE TO WALK.
Seriously, lady.