Thoughtful Thursday: Conversely Elevated

By on August 27, 2009 @ 4:26 pm

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elevatorI pretty much don’t care about what I put on in the morning, just as long as it is clean is all that matters. Now, I am conscience that you have to coordinate to a certain extent, just not too far off the wall that you bring too much unwanted attention to yourself. But some attention just happens because people feel invited to speak to you regardless to what type of mood or manner that you may, yourself, be in.

Yesterday, I was riding the elevator with one of my folk. Now, when I ride the elevator with certain people we get to conversing, this day was no different. We were having a relatively¬†mellow conversation. One stop after the other, the elevator starting to fill up. That didn’t deter me from continuing with my conversation. As people boarded, other folk boarded the elevator people started to chat amongst themselves.

As I was about to get into a joke with my companion, someone decided to turn their attention toward me. And it went something like this as he turned his attention in my direction.

Dude: Can I ask you a question?

I sized dude up. I looked him up and down and tried to go through my memory bank and started to play match game. He fit no one I’ve ever spoken to or recognized from anywhere.

Me: Sure.

Dude: Do you always match your sneakers with your shirts?

I look at my companion, she looks back at me. I look around the elevator, all eyes on me. This is what I consider unwanted attention. The smart ass in me wanted to know if dude sees me every day and took notice or is he just looking at me for the first time and making an assumption.  But I try to keep things civil and professional. You have to also keep in mind that it is summer, my job has no dress code, so I can wear what ever I want.

Me: For the most part.

Finally, we reached the bottom level and we all depart the elevator. I told my companion that was weird and went on my way.

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Phoenix August 28, 2009

I can just see you in that elevator now. . . and me cracking up next to you!

dej September 3, 2009


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