Elevator Awkward

the time it takes from button push to doors opening makes elevator waiting an always interesting experience. i remember when i was younger, my dad i would attempt to pick the elevator shoot that would open first (usually between 4-6 doors, large hotels mainly). there wasn't a prize, just the mere joy of pretending like you had special powers. i still take big pride in correctly predicting the right elevator.

i got to the elevator two seconds before the person after me--we were on the lowest floor so we had to go up. i hummed quietly to cut the awkwardness, while attempting to stare at the reflection of the large steel doors. i am certain it took two minutes, which based on previous elevator standards was far too long. the door dinged, i walked in doing a half-turn to check out my box companion. 

"what floor"-me

"four please" nice middle age man

press button- me

"thanks" nice middle age man

"has it been raining?" nice middle age man

"not really, just a bit cloudy, i think it'll rain tomorrow" me

"good thing, i didn't get my car washed" nice middle age man

"(chuckle) that always seems to happen" me

elevator opens on floor three- i get out.

"have a good one" me

"you too" nice middle age man

 

in this short interaction, pleasantries were exchanged, yet why did i feel so awkward. 

thoughts. maybe because i made no effort to say hi while waiting for the elevator. 

Jensen