A very annoying fellow I met on the elevator last year won’t stop greeting me like we’re old friends. Comeon! There was an incident wherein the elevator stopped for fewer than 20 seconds. We shared an uncomfortable laugh and I made a crack about it being a “survival situation” and suggested that, “unfortunately, I will have to now kill and eat you.”
He laughed, I laughed, the elevator moved. End of story, right? NOPE.
Now every time I see him in a hallway, or at the coffee shop, or in the freaking bathroom he’s got to greet me like an old friend. He even tries to shake my hand and says things like, “‘Sup, elavator man?” or tries to be funny with, “uh, oh! Hope you’re not hungry today!”.
Jesus! It was 20 seconds on an elevator, not a year of shared combat experience in the freaking Nam. I’m not his buddy, why does he persist?
Come to think of it, that woman who parks next to me every day is starting to get a little overly familiar. What’s with all the waves and smiles? I’m just parking my car for God’s sake.