So you slowly start turning around to escape this situation. Thing is, by now the first free-moment you have when first entering an elevator that allows you to get comfortable with the quick twists and turnings has already long ago passed. So you suddenly pause. Wondering how much these people must be offended by your, now very hesitant, turn.
"Damn I'm really ugly as fuck and this guy just can't stand the sight of me."
Stuck in this half-twist-turn, your head is spinning on maximum-overload. Cause you don't really want them to think this bad of you (regardless if their thought is true or not). Come on. You're a nice guy. Feeling sorry for them, you decide to solve the situation. So you smile against them. Just to shatter all unease that have occurred with their fear of you thinking less of them.
This is also exactly when you realize that you're the reason Stranger Danger exists. Not even your most awesome Ninja-skills can save you now from this maximized awkward elevator ride that never ends you're in.
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