Have I ever told you how crazy the people in my office building are? Not the people I work with, although they have their days, but the people in the other office suites, in the lobby and in the parking lot? It is enough to make me appear like this on any given day:
Here are some of the characters I deal with:
The Child Walking Around in an Adult Body While Waiting for the Elevator:
Man: Is that an attorney's office?
Man: Are you an attorney?
Man: Is HE an attorney?
Man: Is SHE an attorney?
Man: Did you go to law school?
The Mr. Obvious Stalker:
Man: Do the elevators typically take this long?
Me: Yes, when one is broken.
Man: One is broken?
Me: Yes. [pointing to Out of Order sign]
Man: So one is not working?
The Village Idiot Posing as a Salesman:
Man: I am looking for Danielle's office.
Me: I am Danielle.
Man: She is taller than you.
Me: I am sitting down?
Man: She has your hair.
Me: Does she have my glasses?
Me: I am her.
The Woman Who Should Have Had a Door Slam in Her Face:
Me: [opening door for lady with VERY full arms]
Lady: I don't need you to open the door.
Lady: I am not going that way.
[and then she followed me through the door]
This all happened in the span of one hour on one day.
I wish I were kidding.