Earlier today, as I was returning from getting my and my colleagues’ afternoon coffee, I found myself standing in our building’s lobby with four other dudes and one leggy blond.
Our building is home to a few offices that host casting calls for models every so often, so we see the occasional six-foot, gorgeous alien wandering in and out.
Two elevators made themselves available at once, and because we’re all gentlemen, we let the leggy blond enter her elevator of choice first.
I find multiple stops on an elevator to be almost as painful as standstill traffic on the parkway, so I opted for the elevator I knew would be empty: the one that did not include the leggy blond. Sure enough. I rode alone to the 10th floor.
All four of the other dudes packed into the elevator with the leggy blond.