I Meant To Do That

It was mid-morning at work and I was a little fidgety. what better way to cure a case of the fidgets than to go to CVS, right? Lucky for me, there is one in my building, 9 floors below where I work.

I grab my wallet and hop in the elevator, push the button, the elevator doors close...I don't move. So, I hit the button again. Still, I don't move. I'm starting to mildly panic and start to punch the button over and over, faster and harder. Still, nothing. In a nearly full panic with the thought of not being able to get out in time for my wedding (2 days away mind you), I search for my cell to call someone. Of course, I left my cell on my desk. UUUGGGHHH.

I continue to push and panic when - poof - the elevator doors open. Standing in front of me is one of the guys I work with. He says, "why are you just hanging out in the elevator?" Well, that is a very god question. I had been punching the floor I started on (floor 9) over and over again, instead of the first floor - where CVS is.

Clearly, I need a vacation.