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i and another waited for the elevator down. finally the bell chimed and the doors opened. i glanced down the hall. a suit was walking in our direction but he was a good 40 yards away. too far away to hold an elevator. i entered the elevator and pushed "g". the other guy entered behind me and held the "open door" button waiting for the suit to arrive.
we waited a long time.
when the suit finally entered the elevator the door holder tried to make small talk. it was a pathetic and embarassing attempt to schmooze with the suit. suit never thanked him and refused to be pulled into small talk. it was a long ride.
i wanted the puch door holder guy. why do peple live in fear of the suits? why do people kiss up to the suits? why aspire to be a suits?
word up to my peeps reprezentin' south cubeville. DONT FEAR THE SUITS!