Who The Fuck Are U

I am in the elevator today and this guy is in there, wearing black jeans, black shoes, black jacket and a white shirt. He is in the right back corner, I am in the left back corner and my coworker is in the front left corner. The doors from the inside are silver, so you can see images, but no like a mirror. I can see the guy looking at me, but since I am looking straight ahead, like you should in an elevator, he doesn’t notice I see him looking at me. He is staring at me for 2 floors, so I turn my head to look at him. Then he opens his mouth…

He said “I haven’t seen an argyle sweater in 20 years.” So I told him I was bringing to look back. You know just making light of the comment because I had no clue where he was going with it. Then he said “Did you have that stored away and brought it out?” I was shocked!!! The doors opened and he walked out. I had no chance to say anything to him.

First of all, my shit does not look old. It is practically brand new and if you know me I DO NOT wear shitty clothes. Secondly, if this guy would get his cheap ass out of Old Navy and into a designer’s store he would see that argyle, how timeless it maybe, is the comeback print that is on clothing and has been on the runways for many years. This “sweater” cost more than his entire outfit, that fucker!

Why can’t people just learn to shut the fuck up on elevators and watch the floor numbers change like the rest of us. No one wants to hear anyone else’s conversations nor do we want to start up a conversation with anyone. And while I am at it; for those of you who like to bathe in your cologne, take the fucking stairs. You smell!

Peace,
DeMo