What is it with people in the elevator in my building? First there was the guy who made a crack about the jewelry store bag I was carrying, and when I explained that it held our wedding rings, said that June 11th is a great day to get married- his father died on that date. WTF?
This morning, a guy held the elevator door for me, and after I entered and thanked him for the courtesy, he tilted his head, looked at me, and said, “4’11″?”
I raised my eyebrow but said nothing other than, “5’0″.”
“No you’re not.”
What the hell? Should I have given him the same look and said, “Two inches?”
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