Monday, February 4, 2008

Thoughts

Sometimes when I'm in a crowded elevator at work that's travelling on the local track (hitting every freakin floor between 19 and the basement cafeteria), I like to make up fun games to pass the time. I carefully regard each person around me and pick one person I would have sex with if I had to. The stout little maintenance man with the wart on his nose? Or the lanky, pasty-faced banker with the strange pattern balding (hair in front, hair on sides, no hair on top)and incessant throat-clearing? If I'm lucky, the hot little Jamaican guy with the butter-smooth accent will climb aboard and make it game, set, match. Other days, it's just a little tougher. That's ok, I'm always up for a challenge.

5 comments:

Mister Underhill said...

There must be some joke about going down in here to be made.

jeremy said...

note to self: ride elevator with kristin

BUMBLE!!! said...

Being stuck on the elevator at my job - most likely, I'll choose a life of celibacy and the end of the world.

Obesio said...

Try playing this game at the next family gathering. It can be quite challenging.

Obesio said...

No joke: I once was playing this game and a group of retarded adults on a field trip came on the elevator.