I had come into work about forty minutes before my shift started and, feeling lazy, decided to take the lift instead of the stairs to the canteen. The lift arrived and the doors opened. In the lift was a middle-aged woman who shuffled on her feet a bit before speaking.
Winona: “Come in, come in! Plenty of room in here.”
I just smile and step in and push the button for the floor I want to go to.
Winona: “Do you work here?”
Me: “I do, yeah.”
The lift stops on another floor and when the door opens we see a lady with a pram.
Winona: “Come on in.”
The woman politely refuses.
Winona: “She must not like me. Probably thinks I’m an odd one. I suppose you think that as well?”
Me: “Ah, no. I’ve seen all sorts in here so I’m used to this kind of carry on.”
She exhales loudly as the lift stops on her floor and shuffles out talking to herself–“Oh, he’s seen all sorts in here. I’m an all sort am I?”
Just when I thought I’ve seen it all Winona comes along and proves me wrong. # BaldManProblems