December 2010
12 posts
Ice Cream Elevator
(by awkward)
Here’s something amusing that happened the other day. Everyone at the office decided to go down and buy some ice cream from one of the lazy trucks that had parked nearby. I haven’t gotten ice cream from a truck in years. It was amazing. Soft-serve with sprinkles and everything.
About nine of us went down that day. On our return trip in the elevator, we stopped prematurely to pick up someone also heading “up.” The doors open and that poor man is presented with an elevator holding nine gentlemen licking ice cream cones. It was vulgar, in a way.
I sometimes wonder about that man. He probably went home after work, sat down, and thought very hard about his life. Something can be said about being the only person in an elevator who isn’t licking an ice cream cone. If I was him, I’d be afraid that my life went down a path I never intended. When ice cream is involved, it’s always best to be the one eating it. If you’re willingly leading a life that involves abstaining from ice cream, there’s something completely wrong.
I feel bad about that guy. I never intended on ruining his perceptions on reality, but part of me feels like that’s what we did.
