novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- second time i made a suit laugh elevator conversation number two a man in a blue suit approached the elevator cooridor from the other side of the floor. when he reached me, he asked me how i am. tired. how are you? my standard response. that's the cost of success, he told me. elevator one's bell rang and doors opened. he gestured me inside first, where two other suited men stood, eyes forward, hands folded. the blue suited man stood in front of me, signaling the end of our banter. the cost of success must be subject to enflation, i said, because i always like to tailor jokes to the given audience, and he was holding a copy of the wall street journal. he laughed, raising his eyebrows at my ponytail and mary janes in the reflective metal of the closing elevator door. i am triumphant, a comedic liaison, bantering back and forth across the Office World and my own. the men standing next to us kept staring blankly ahead. 10:16 am - 10.02.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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