exciting times on the elevator

There were five people in my elevator this morning. I was going to the highest floor out of all of them, which meant I had the longest ride. Thankfully, I had some major entertainment. Picture this: strong black woman, under five feet tall, round body type, rust colored jeans, rust colored puffy/flowing shirt, rust colored booties with high heels, hoop earrings that were five inches in diameter with (you guessed it) rust colored beads, glistening black hair, curled bangs, white headphones, iPhone in a florescent pink case, playing Candy Crush (I am on level 40!), blaring Rick James’ Super Freak, and grooving HARD. Reminder: it was 8:42 a.m. Two regrets – 1. I didn’t act fast enough to take a photo and 2. I didn’t groove along with her (much too early for elevator dancing in my world).