This morning I was in the middle of the pack of people piling in, with a coffee cup in one hand and my laptop in the other. The door natrually slammed into the arm with the coffee, sloshing it all over my shirt, pants, hair and laptop. After the obligatory questions about my health (yes, I'm not made of glass and can survive a hit to the arm) the giggling and jokes started. We all agreed that I would take the stairs for the rest of the day, just in case the elevator held a grudge.
Elevator fun
This morning I was in the middle of the pack of people piling in, with a coffee cup in one hand and my laptop in the other. The door natrually slammed into the arm with the coffee, sloshing it all over my shirt, pants, hair and laptop. After the obligatory questions about my health (yes, I'm not made of glass and can survive a hit to the arm) the giggling and jokes started. We all agreed that I would take the stairs for the rest of the day, just in case the elevator held a grudge.
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