elevator music up in your face
April 1, 2009
Stick around long enough and you’ll see some trends, patterns, repetitions. More of the same. Same as it ever was. Like the guy on the second floor blasting “April Fool” for April Fools Day, loud enough for the neighbors, who, if they were here last year or years before would know it’s been a family tradition since 1991 when some say Soul Asylum sold out.
Or, when building management at 1700 7th plays Christmas music in the elevators on April 1st. This year, this time, today it was appropriate because Because it was fucking snowing
How ya like me now?
All up in my face
Personal space invaders Elevator latte slurpers Eye contact avoidance hesitation Umbrella cell phone conversation lunch hour clamshell migration
I’m invisible but I see you everyday
you Not you You you’re not from around here
Wealthy tourist shoppers Weak American dollars Spring break bro bras bro bra-ing Flip-flops shorts strolling bro Straight outta Corvallis
Optimism denial stupidity Toughness callousness dontgiveafuckness Ignorance is this
Focused intensity Rain/Snow mix Highs near 40
Watching three stiffs attempt to hail a cab Obviously from out of town Underdressed well and toting rolling carry-ons Polite hand gesturing from the doorway of the Logan Building but they will not step to the curb in the rain Not to muss well coifed hair Not to wet wool suits How bad do they want a cab? What time is their flight? Maybe they could, they should go back inside and listen to that Nik Kershaw song again one more time Maybe they could harden the fuck up and walk 85 feet up to 6th Avenue to the Cab stand full of cabs standing lined up like Oranges and Lemons
Stepped on an elevator doors close behind me turned to face front Oblivious to my surroundings up to a point On another level It’s a survival skill duh Next to you or Next to my mom I wouldn’t acknowledge you or her then I hear “I’d much rather have your job over any office job” Slowly, I exhale and rise to the surface of the you-talkin-to-me-pond coming up for air Making eye contact with a young attractive office worker staring at her waiting for the next line the punch line the catch Then I say I don’t hear that much on days like this
She says Take the good with the bad
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pilder
said...
the Cheesecake Factory is that way bro
Posted April 3, 2009 09:02 AM
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