I Know!

I haven't bee posting... I actually have been to busy to post. Not only do I need to finish the Relay BUT I have to catch up on Dan's Birthday, Houseboating and now Stampede from this weekend coming up... so much drinking.. so little time.

Here's a little thing for you to ponder while I'm away:

Why do people insist on talking to you in the elevator? I'm taking all my stuff down from houseboating to storage & then grabbing my suitcase to come back up.

A family gets on with suitcases in tow. I'm doing my best to be unapproachable. I'm staring at my feet & standing in the corner. The dad comments "you look like you're going to the beach!"

Sure, I'm holding a sleeping bag but whatever. I just mumble out "no".

*pause*

The mom pipes in "So do we not get to know where you're going?"

Ok.. why? why do you need to know. Why MUST I be going somewhere & you MUST know where that is. Do you want to come?

I inform them that I'm not going anywhere. (and rudely may I say) And the daughter finally asks: Are you taking it to storage?

Seriously, this family is fascinated by me. I also don't know why they think I MUST be going somewhere I'm dressed in one step above pjamas. (I have to quickly do laundry before I take off for stampede).

So they get off on the ground floor, and the daughter says, good day. I don't say anything as I'm madly pressing the close button. She repeats herself louder: Have a nice day! and she lingers by the door when she's doing this to ensure that I hear her because obviously, I'm the one with the problem. Ok, fine. So I'm an asshole but they were annoying. I've never seen a nosier group of people with a bigger need for love & acceptance. I know didn't have to be a complete a-hole but it was funner this way.

I wish when they asked me where I was going I had answered "hell". They probably would have hugged me & said that sounds like fun.