elevator diaries

it's friday morning and a beautiful day in la. hollywood, to be exact.

a handful of working folks trail into elevator car #2 of our building. it's an interesting lot... we have a cable news network here, a leading entertainment art/design firm, a korean broadcast channel, a medical non-profit, and i think some kind of agency because oftentimes i happen upon ... aspiring audition types LOL. so it's usually an interesting mix of folks in the elevator.

anyways, a handful of working folks trail into elevator #2; me, a construction worker with a tub of concrete, our custodian, a couple of accounting looking people, and a handful of artist/designers, one of them a pretty lady, professional chic with a pooch carrier slung over her shoulder (i think it was paul frank). so it's pretty packed in there right. so the little pooch in the bag got a little startled when the first batch of folks let out, and she barked a little bit.

custodian: hey can you take her out so i can see him?

(mind you there's still like 6 people in this elevator, AND a tub of wet concrete)

chic lady: no. (not like in a mean way like no she won't, more like, no she can't)

custodian: oh, it's cuz she's a girl, huh?

chic lady: (confused) um, yeah i guess?

custodian: (innocently/matter-of-factly) well i don't mean this to sound offensive but (turns to construction guy) usually a dog's personality mimics their owner. if the owner's nice then they're nice

(awkward silence - ok so was he just offensive, or not?)

custodian: like my dog! he eats when i eat, sleeps when i sleep... man he's toootally like me

(kat and accountant start busting up laughing)

chic lady: (confused and a little embarrassed) have a nice day.

my floor is up. i'm out.

...ok maybe you just had to be there.

HAPPY FRIDAY!!!