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i boarded the elevator at the basement level. a small pudgy man wheeled a dolly into the elevator on the first floor. strapped to the dolly with bungi cords was standard issue black office telephone (why would you need a dolly to transport a phone?).
awkward silence as the doors close.
i look down at the phone and say "dang, i thought mobile phones were gettin' smaller".
ok, so the line wasn't that funny, but as inane elevator banter goes, it was genius.
pudgy glanced down at the phone, up at me, then to the lighted numbers above the door. for the rest of the journey he continued staring at the numbers, frowning. no response, not even a fake polite elevator laugh.
obviously, he didn't get the joke. he must have thought i believed it was an actual mobile phone. most likely he quickly decided any attempt to explain that it was a desk phone to the moron was futile.
72 more vertical feet of seemingly never ending awkward silence. just he and i.
Posted by griff at April 04, 2002 04:52 PM