Elevators.

I walk in looking dumb. I’m far too engrossed in my reflection to press any clammy buttons. I can nearly cope with the awkward, musty silence. It’s interrupted by a stinky, obese man with troubled breaths as well as the little sod whining to his teenage mummy who unbearably reeks of…

  3:18 pm  |   April 14 2011   |  3 notes