So I have no other place to share this so I am telling you all about my awkward life here: The elevators were out of whack in my building tonight and being the nice guy I am I get them unstuck since the family who lives above me is having a Halloween party and I don't think it would be good for drunk people to be walking down 8 floors. The elevators are old and slow. They are the kind with a sliding gate you have to open manually and are maybe 6x6 feet wide. After I fixed them, I went to the basement to get my laundry I'd done earlier. As the elevator made it's way back to the basement, I hear voices still in there. I open the door and two drunk girls dressed as flappers and a guy in a Captain America costume are sitting on the floor of the elevator talking and drinking. Me:Umm, did you guys miss the lobby? Girl 1: Yeah we did. (I squeeze in with my laundry basket and none of them move to make room for me.) Me: Ok. I will push the first floor button for you. (Elevator reaches the lobby.) Girl 1: Where are you going? Me: I live on the 8th floor. Girl 1: Actually we're going back up. (They are still on the floor of the elevator.) Me: Ok. I guess, but the elevator won't go back up to the Penthouse unless you have the key fob. You can take the stairs on my floor at the end of the hall up and knock. (Awkward silence.) Girl 1: You're hot. Do you have a girlfriend? Me: (laughing)Definitely not! (Takes Girl 2 about 5 seconds to realize why I laughed when I answered.) Girl 2: Wait, are you gay? Me: (pause for a moment) Yep. I am gay! (Awkward silence where everybody just kind of looks back and forth at each other.) Girl 1:Well do you have a boyfriend then? Me. Not right now. No. Girl 1: Well You should have one because you are hot! Plus you do your laundry at midnight and have clean sheets. You're a catch. (We reach my floor.) Me: Uh thanks. Well this is the eighth floor I can show you where the stairs are to the Penthouse... Girl 1: Well we were actually trying to get to the lobby. Me: Ok well I'll go ahead and push the button for you guys. Hope you have a great evening. (As the elevator starts moving I can hear the guy say "Well..." And neither of the girls respond.) :roflmao:
That was interesting. They were weird though, missing the lobby, going to the 8th and back to the lobby. They didn't sound that wasted, though?
I don't know. I worried about how they were planning on getting home. I don't think any of them were fit to drive. I think she really wanted to follow me to my apartment to help me "make my bed" so to speak.
You seem to handle yourself pretty well. I would probably make that significantly more awkward than it already was.
I have social anxiety so it was a relief when she asked if I was gay because I hoped my response would shut down the conversation. She kept pressing on though because she was drunk and couldn't handle awkward silences. Made for a good story though.
