Dear Optimists,
Elevators are often an uncomfortable place for me. I really appreciate my personal space, and always try to give everyone else around me as much space as possible as well. Usually, I find most other people willing to do the same.
One morning this week, I was heading up to my office on the elevator with about five other people. No one was saying a word, and we all just watched the numbers climb up, waiting for our respective floors, and prepping ourselves for the onset of a new work day. After a few seconds, a woman in the elevator opened up her bag and pulled out an onion bagel. I’m not sure if you’ve ever been in an elevator filled with the smell of onion bagel before or not, but it can be somewhat overpowering…especially early in the morning. She took a couple of bites, and we all stood in silence, even more anxious for the elevator to reach our floor.
Suddenly, the man standing behind me slowly leaned forward, stuck his nose in my hair and full-on sniffed it! I immediately thought, “Whaaaa?! Did that just happen?!” I didn’t move a muscle. The elevator doors opened on the floor just before mine. He casually moved past me, and walked towards his office like nothing had happened. I looked at the girl next to me and we both burst out laughing.
Hey, at least that means my hair smells better than onion bagels, right?
Love,
Christy (of PCC Advantage)
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