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my brain is on extended holiday
After work today I held the elevator for the guy just coming out of the office and then pressed the close door button. Then I took my scarf out of my bag and put it on. Then I put on my jacket. Then I picked my bag back up off the floor of the elevator and looked up, expecting the doors to open any second. But the lit number above the door still said five. Groaning, I push the button for the lobby. The guy, standing behind me, snarkily asks, "Did you push the button?"
"Yes! I did!" I say indignantly. "Or, at least... I thought I did. Hmm. Maybe I didn't. Sorry about that," I mumble. He laughs at me all the way down.
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