That's right. I'm a man of high moral standards and principle.
I am staying a bit later this afternoon because I had to taken Ruth for her bi-annual ear check up. (The tubes are still in place and her ears are fine. To learn this news I spent about 2 1/2 hours of my work day driving to the daycare, getting Ruth, driving downtown to Children's Hospital, parking, seeing the doctor for . . . I kid you not 2 minutes . . . and then getting back in the car, paying for $2 parking, driving back to the daycare, and then back to work. All that for 2 minutes with the doctor!!!)
So, anyway, staying late.
I'm here and at 4:57 the PA comes on and the receptionist (greeting administrator?) says that the elevator is closing down between 5 and 5:30.
But, I didn't do it.
Because I have principles, remember?
If I purposely got stuck in the elevator, it wouldn't meet the sitcom standard of cliche that I am shooting for.
So, I stood firm. I remained at my desk.
When it happens . . . someday . . . I won't be looking for it. I might have a bag of groceries with me. (I'll probably be living in New York by this time and will have just walked around to the corner grocery story for a few salad fixins' and a nice crusty French baguette to go with a new bottle of wine.) Maybe that neighbor that I have grown to hate will be in the elevator with me; maybe we'll become closer friends due to the unexpected ordeal that we shared together.
Who knows?
I just know that today was not the day.
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