This morning, I was minding my own business heading downstairs in our ever so slow elevator. We have two of them in our building. When we moved in a year ago, one of them was a lot faster than the other. Now - not so much. They are both super slow. And they are both super annoying. Often when you press the down button, both come up to you for no reason. Thus, when you are waiting downstairs for an elevator, there are often two just hanging out on the 9th floor.
Anyway, I got on the elevator and a woman gets on a few floors later. She says good morning and then starts complaining about how slow the elevators are these days. We discuss this for a moment and try to figure out why. She says, "I probably shouldn't say this because it might offend you --- but I think it is the Man. The Man is messing with us by slowing down the elevators!"
I respond, "The Man? Really. That's an interesting theory. I like that." We got off the elevator and started walking to the front door. Right as we got to the two stairs before the door, she tripped and lost her balance. She would have tumbled to the floor if she hadn't broken her fall by grabbing my shoulder.
She thanked me profusely and then said, "I fell because I was badmouthing The Man. I shouldn't have been doing that to you!"
That's right - don't fuck with The Man!
Speaking of The Man, this morning's events reminds me of the time in college when I worked at the college radio station. The program director found out that an aspiring DJ worked over the summer at the local Top 40 station. He asked her how that experience was and wanted to know what it was like to work for The Man? She replied, "Oh you mean Mike? How do you know him?"
He said, "No! The Man! The Man!"
Now she was a bit confused by this strange senior yelling at her and calling her summer boss, Mike, The Man. She said, "He's a nice guy to work for. I have to go now" and hightailed it out of the icky college radio station back to the warm embrace of Tom Cochrane, et al.
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