July 12, 2000

I step out of the car at the top of the parking garage and start walking towards the elevator, where a guy is already waiting.  When I'm maybe twenty-five feet away, the elevator opens and the guy steps in, looking briefly back over his shoulder at me.  He then makes no effort whatsoever to stop the doors from closing so I can cover the last few yards and get on.

So I charge down the stairs and stop at each floor, punching the elevator button.  The bastard won't make it to the bottom for the next three days.

 



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