So I got on the elevator to the Coumadin Clinic and this guy says “Hey, what’s up?”

I say “Not much.”

He says, “Where ya goin?”

I say, “2 please.”

He makes no move to hit the elevator button, which is clearly on his side, and is also clearly his responsibility, since he chose to stand directly in front of it.

He then says, “This place is killing me. I’m working like 60 hours this week.”

I say, “Wow, man. That’s rough. Hey, can you hit 2?”

He looks at me, annoyed, and hits the button for floor 2.

He then says, “While you’re there, could you pick me up a six-pack of Sam Adams? Yeah, the Porter.”

I looked at him like he had lost his mind ….

That’s when I realize he has a little wireless headset in the ear facing the wall, and he’s carrying on a conversation with someone else !


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