Ah, morning again. You're frustrated and 17 minutes late for work and impatiently waiting to get upstairs.
You almost made it on your first try but you just missed the cut.
So now you have to wait like 100 million minutes for the next one to come.
Once you finally get on, the place is packed. And hot.
It feels like people are literally stopping on every. single. floor.
Reaching your destination could take a lifetime.
It's early. No one's in the mood to be social.
Or to be cordial for that matter.
Regardless of whether or not you want to, you're gonna run into the usual crew of characters.
There's that girl who's BUMPING Rihanna as if there's not an elevator full of people around her.
And the dude who doesn't get that this is not the place for an extensive phone call to his golf buddy.
One guy is tryna shmooze with you, but like no.
The standard move is to give people the "glance and look away."
If some jester tries to squeeze into this clown car, they'll get hit with the dirtiest of stares.
God forbid they pull a move like this.
The elevator itself is kind of sketchy too.
Scratch that. Really sketchy.
It's bumping up and down so much you might as well be on the freakin' Tower of Terror.
So you kind of feel like you're locked in a death trap until you reach your floor.
Finally, the elevator stops. At last. Time to celebrate.
But wait! Then the unthinkable happens.
And then someone does something even more unthinkable.
Overall, it's been a pretty brutal experience.
Maybe you should just take an alternate route on your way down.
