In the Elevator

“Do I have icing anywhere on my face?”

~Woman I do not know, without any kind of preface, before stepping off the elevator in my office building.

I like to imagine that she was on her way to a job interview on the 4th floor, got really nervous on the way down Broadway, and scarfed a cupcake to calm her nerves. Just before the elevator doors opened, it hit her that maybe she should have used a napkin.


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