Ok, so my work building is set up in a funny way. To get to the third floor, where I work, I have to take the elevator to the sixth floor, and then plonk down the escalators and stairs to the third floor. So my routine is to go to the kitchen on the sixth floor, get cereal and coffee, and walk down to my desk. And at least twice a week, I trip on the stairs. I haven't quite figured out what factors play into this. . .if it's the funky red lighting, or the narrow stairs (which don't accomodate my abnormally large feet too well), or the dizzyingly gigantic black-and-white flower and ferns painted on the landing wall, or just plain old clumsiness (which I possess plenty of).
So far, my reflexes--which I'm quite proud of actually--have done well, and I manage to catch myself just in time before I go flying. But I'm sure that ONE OF THESE DAYS, as I hobble down the stairs half-asleep--holding my boiling hot cup of coffee in one hand, my bowl of milk in the other, my purse with everything including the kitchen sink slung over my shoulder, and another bag with my gym clothes looped over my arm--my reflexes will fail. And I and my coffee and milk and overloaded bags will go tumbling down like Jack and Jill rolled into one.
And wouldn't you know it, that will be the day the tall, dark and handsome guy in video editing, whom I have the tiniest crush on, will just happen to get in at the same time as me. 'Coz the humiliation just wouldn't be complete if it happened any other way, would it?
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So... if you take the elevator to 6th, then stairs and escalator down to 3rd in the morning.... do you have to retrace your steps up to the 6th again on your way out? I'm confused. No wonder you almost fall down all the time.... you don't know which way is UP!!!
And see there? You probably believe that would be klutzy and embarrassing, while he'd take that as his cue to jump in and help you, thus seizing upon the opportunity to get to know you better. We're just wired that way. we walk around all day hoping that nice looking women will fall and drop stuff :)
I'm picturing it this way... you'll fall when he's in front of you, dumping your coffee on him, landing cornflakes in his hair, wringing his neck with a pair of sweat pants.
And this will be a great reality check for where commitment could take you. (Still, I highly recommend commitment. It's fun being able to share cornflakes and so forth.)
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