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Why DC Is Not The City of Brotherly Love
Friday, Oct. 17, 2003 - 11:03 AM
Today as I walked from the van to the elevator to go up to my office, a guy about my age got onto the elevator, pushed his floor, and moved to the back of the elevator. There he stood, looking at me as the doors closed. Luckily I was close enough to where I could stick my arm in and save myself from having to wait for the next car. "Thanks," I said dryly. He snorted. We glared for the four flights between my parking floor and the main lobby where I have to get on another elevator to ride up to my seventh floor office. The elevator doors opened and we both just stood there. "Go 'head!" he said -- the annoyance thick in his voice. "Oh," I replied as I walked out, "I was going to let you go first since you seem to be in such a big hurry." By this time I'm almost to my other elevator and he's out by the main street enterance. "You just worry about you," he yelled. Uh... I thought that's what I was doing when I stuck my arm in the elevator?
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