The Ride or Die series chronicles Morgan’s awkward elevator rides.
It was bound to happen sooner or later. Or maybe I jinxed myself by exposing the awkward elevator scenarios we all silently face.
I was running late for work the other day. So late, in fact, that I was combing my hair as I ran down the hallway and to the elevator. I pushed the down button, still frantically combing. It opened sooner than I had anticipated and it was carrying another human. He walked out quizzically, dressed, and with a backpack. He had clearly already accomplished something, which just seemed only to highlight my frantic morning.
I half smiled and stepped into the elevator. But of course, I hadn’t learned my lesson. I thought I’d had my token awkward encounter for the day, so I continued combing my hair. Beep, the door opens at the 4th floor- exposing my unpreparedness yet again. Finally, I bit the bullet and dropped my comb into my bag, and headed into the day.
By Morgan Schatzman