Now I'm singing Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me... dang, that will never leave my head today.
I was walking into work this morning running a little late, as usual. My backpack is slung over one shoulder {which is so heavy - this Arkansas History book is entirely too thick, if this professor really believes that a group of undergraduate students will read this entire thing he has smoked too much pot in recent years}, I'm holding my coffee, phone and keys all in one hand. As I'm walking across the parking deck I notice a lady wearing a denim dress -- with a denim short sleeve jacket, multi-colored giraffes along the bottom of her dress and she had some neon pink strapy sandals. I thought to myself, I wonder if we are having a conference for teachers or something today...that lady dresses just like my Mom did in the 1990's. What a fashion tragedy it was.
I decided to take the stairs since I ate almost an entire order of breadsticks last night at Upper Crust. The lady {who I assumed was sweet and kind - since she was dressed like my kindergarten teacher [no offense Ms. Lana]} walked through the first set of doors to the stairwell and I was close behind her so I was able to catch the door with my foot and maneuver my way in with my giant backpack. The second door is what got me -- she walked in, I closely followed and I'm pretty sure she pushed the door back at my face. Well, the door didn't hit my face [THANK GOD] but it did hit my arm which was holding my coffee, cell phone, and keys. The almost full cup of coffee splashes out all over my hand, phone, keys, arm, and feet. I immediately yell "What the shit??" I then groan and growl as I watch the coffee dripping off my phone onto my feet, did I mention I have on new white shoes today? The lady turns around, says "oh man"...and continues to scurry her way down the stairs. Apparently, when you are running late you aren't required to have manners such as holding the door open for someone who is walking in behind you.
So I get down the stairs with coffee still dripping, run inside my office and see my boss standing upfront noticing it is after 8:00am. I went straight in, ripped my Otterbox off my phone and began to dry off the coffee. Good news is, it works, bad news my 0 isn't working -- which sucks because it is in my Passcode. I continue to clean, turn my phone off and on, and BOOM the 0 started working. Let's just hope it continues to work -- it's almost my birthday YO I need to be able to answer phone calls and text!
Moral of the story, hold the door open for people [and DO NOT wear denim dresses with multi-colored giraffe}. Don't let it slam in their face. It's so rude. I expect it out of college students, it happens all the time -- which in most cases I say "Excuse me, holding the door open for someone behind you is the polite thing to do especially if it is a lady." Most of the time students look at me like I'm so crazy ol' hag and keep walking. Seriously though, I know that everyone was raised differently but it's simple common courtesy.
Next time, I'm taking the elevator when my hands are full. Forget that crap.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ERICA!
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