Becky took a trip in the elevator at her place of employment this morning. During this time, she was joined by an unfamiliar woman (a woman who does not work in her building). Prior to entering the elevator, Becky had seen said woman dashing across the major road (Glenwood Ave) in front of the building. Here is what ensued:
Followed by mystery gal, Becky enters the elevator. The doors close…
Becky: Hi! How are you today?
Mystery Gal: Girl, I’m just trying to get to the bathroom! [crosses legs and squats nervously] Sometimes I don’t make it!
Becky: [chuckles awkwardly]
MG: I really should get myself to the doctor. I can’t keep going on myself!
Becky: [looks around nervously as the elevator arrives at the 3rd floor
and MG scurries off]
It seems that young Becky was a victim of TMI (too much information). If you find yourself in a similar situation, please email me your story. It could be tomorrow's [not so]Daily Dagger.
I love it! Thanks for including my moment!
Posted by: Becky | November 14, 2008 at 09:57 PM