When I was headed out to lunch today, the Jimmy John's guy had just delivered some goods to someone on our floor. We were leaving at the same time, walking from opposite ends of the hall to the elevators. It was that awkward moment when you're facing a stranger and don't know if you should smile or nod or ignore them or what.
So he did what any normal person would do: sprint the final three steps to push the button before I could.
Before I could do anything, I burst out laughing. How could you not? He's a Jimmy John's slave--he's supposed to be quick, right? He was only doing his job. Still... I really missed pushing that button.
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