Only I would get stuck on an elevator buying batteries at Staples, the Gap of office supplies.
It’s a one flight-er, an escalator going back down. I’m on it along with a black woman the size of Kansas needing post-its for her boss.
“She get so mad when she run out,” she tells me.
“Well, you tell Ms Message for me, to lighten the hell up.”
Yes, I said that, my empathy being at bay after the first five minutes, the classic claustrophobic that I am.
When she gets on her phone because yes, we have Wi-Fi in place of Muzak, the cage’s only redeeming feature, I become just a tad edgier.
“MADAM…PLEASE GET OFF YOUR PHONE…NOW…!!!!”
After startling her so, she jumps…all 250 pounds of her, and guess what?
The elevator begins to move.
Just another tale in the Naked City..:)