kinch
Wash me
Okay, post your weird thoughts here.
Today I was in an elevator with a friend and a crazy guy ("Crazy Guy"). I am not positive that Crazy Guy was indeed insane, but he was pacing back and forth just inside the elevator doors and mouthing to himself ("mouthing" being something less than muttering but more than mere random movement of the lips). He may have been a mute insane man, or a sane guy distressed at suddenly becoming mute. I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway.
What does matter is that he was pacing right in front of the damn doors. What also matters is that the elevators are new in our building, and the elevator doors positively race open and shut. Most importantly, we had arrived at my floor.
I should note that it also appeared that Crazy Guy may have been deaf and blind (though he did not walk headlong in to any walls-- echolocation, perhaps?). He completely ignored that I needed to exit the elevator.
So this is where Frogger comes in, or where I come in to Frogger. As my friend was hitting the door open button, and as Crazy Guy paced and the doors flew open and shut, I had to perfectly time my jump to the Crazy-Guy-pacing-area with my ensuing jump through briefly open elevator doors.
As I escaped successfully, and while walking back to my office, I was under the distinct impression that some alien or superior being of some sort was playing a higher-plane game of Frogger, and that I was, in this scenario, the frog. I felt controlled and a bit used.
I suppose that I should be thankful, as he (or she, or it) navigated me out of the elevator without harm, but I cannot help but question what other aspects of my life, if not all of them, are also involved in this interstellar video game, and why my handler made the choices for me that s/he/it did.
Anyway, as my colleagues think I am enough of a freak already, I dump this in all your laps.
Today I was in an elevator with a friend and a crazy guy ("Crazy Guy"). I am not positive that Crazy Guy was indeed insane, but he was pacing back and forth just inside the elevator doors and mouthing to himself ("mouthing" being something less than muttering but more than mere random movement of the lips). He may have been a mute insane man, or a sane guy distressed at suddenly becoming mute. I don't know. It doesn't matter anyway.
What does matter is that he was pacing right in front of the damn doors. What also matters is that the elevators are new in our building, and the elevator doors positively race open and shut. Most importantly, we had arrived at my floor.
I should note that it also appeared that Crazy Guy may have been deaf and blind (though he did not walk headlong in to any walls-- echolocation, perhaps?). He completely ignored that I needed to exit the elevator.
So this is where Frogger comes in, or where I come in to Frogger. As my friend was hitting the door open button, and as Crazy Guy paced and the doors flew open and shut, I had to perfectly time my jump to the Crazy-Guy-pacing-area with my ensuing jump through briefly open elevator doors.
As I escaped successfully, and while walking back to my office, I was under the distinct impression that some alien or superior being of some sort was playing a higher-plane game of Frogger, and that I was, in this scenario, the frog. I felt controlled and a bit used.
I suppose that I should be thankful, as he (or she, or it) navigated me out of the elevator without harm, but I cannot help but question what other aspects of my life, if not all of them, are also involved in this interstellar video game, and why my handler made the choices for me that s/he/it did.
Anyway, as my colleagues think I am enough of a freak already, I dump this in all your laps.
