I overheard myself thinking: why are vertical rides free but we are always charged for horizontal ones?
Conversation on medical building elevator:
Person #1 : I like your shoes.
Person #2 : Thanks, You want to buy them?
Person #1: I'll take one of them
Person #2: Sorry, it's a package deal.
Person #1: Pull up your pants so I can see them both.
Person: #2: I just came from the doctor and he told me to pull my pants down.
Why do I apologize when I’m bumped into on an elevator?
Conversation overheard on the 11th floor going down:
You make a lovely couple. Do you know each other?
No, never seen him/her before in my life.
Would you mind moving closer together?
Like this, sure.
Now, with the power vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife.
Just in time; we're in the lobby. My car's in the parking garage. So is mine. How about lunch for our honeymoon?
I wonder if the birthrate jumped nine months after the last power failure in New York City.
My first job (not counting shoveling snow) was with a woman in my apartment building who made artificial flowers for hats. I delivered them into Manhattan on the subway. Sometimes I was asked to pick up ribbon or velvet in the garment district. I still have residual fear of those freight elevators with no ceiling to separate myself from the roof. Twelve years old, seventy-six years old, still crushable.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
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