In the lift

One of the things that I do not like is being in a lift with a total stranger. The worst part of it is being in the car is when the oth­er stranger is giv­ing you that grin or the looks.

I had that brief moments ear­li­er when I was on the way to the office. It was­n’t a very long ride, just 3 floors in the rather slow ‘lift motion’.

The guy had entered to the car togeth­er with me at the base­ment park­ing. The lift is the only access to my office, togeth­er with the fire escape. It was the only con­ve­nient access.

When he entered the lift, he brushed into me, some­thing that I was­n’t total­ly com­fort­able it was some­one old­er. Imag­ine this, work­ing class, dri­ves a decent car, he has got to be some­where around the age of late 20s or ear­ly 30s. At least his face tells me so.

At first, it was the stare, then he start­ed talking.

When he real­ized that he had not com­mand the lift to his floor, he brush into me again to press the but­ton. This time more vio­lent­ly rub­bing against me. He was so near to me that I almost felt his breath­ing, with that mint breath over my left ear.

It was my floor, and when the lift door opens, I hur­ried out. He hold me by my hip, and pulled me back. He intro­duced him­self and pass me his name card. It was a very weird moment, and sud­den­ly he hur­dle into me, and give me a kiss on the cheek.

Weird, very weird.

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2 Responses to In the lift

  1. Paul May 30, 2008 at 8:19 pm #

    Okay. That WAS pret­ty weird. But you nev­er men­tioned whether he was cute!

  2. Cedric Ang June 2, 2008 at 12:35 pm #

    He’s kin­da okay look. Not my type so I don’t real­ly find him cute.

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