Alt Idea
So, I’ve decided to try something new to liven up my posts a little bit, and open it up for some good discussion and conversation. I’m going to call it “Alt Idea”, and try to post one each day. Basically, this is an idea that runs through my head during the day that I feel is worth sharing here.
It could be a thought, observation, question, suggestion, or even a quick story about an interesting happening in my day that spurred me to think about something deeper. I generally have about 20 of these running through my mind at any given moment, so I will narrow it down and make it worth your while! Here goes..
Alt Idea of the Day:
Have you ever felt the intense awkwardness that happens when you are standing in an elevator, inches from perfect strangers, trying to pretend like you don’t even notice and are completely preoccupied as you travel up or down? Sometimes I have a primal urge to do something really weird, like snort or cackle, just to break the silence. I just might intentionally start chatting it up in the elevator, no matter how short the trip. Who knows, maybe I could encourage someone or put a smile on their face in that small window of time. Let’s try it as an experiment- I’ll let you know how it goes.
Haha. That’s always an awkward time. Right up there with “Walking out of the bathroom stall and finding your boss at the sink.”
It just happened to me the other day, and I was shamefully silent. It’s always the longest couple of seconds ever!
I recently got semi-stuck in an elevator with this man about my age while shopping downtown in Seattle. I was about, oh, 7 months pregnant and also had Miles with me in his giant jogging stroller so basically we took up the entire elevator (it was a really small one) but this man jumped in at the last second. I had just been telling Miles how bad Mommy had to pee and then had to stop in mid sentence because we had a new person in the tiny tiny tiny room. Then, when we pushed the button to take us to the top floor and the bathrooms, nothing happened. I thought to myself, “we’ve surpassed the weight limit for this poor tiny elevator, what with me being two people and this giant stroller with Miles.” I was also slightly panicked because I figured I had about 4 minutes, max, before I just lost all control and peed in the elevator. I was about to say something to that effect when the man said, “Well, if we’re stuck, at least we have some cheerios to snack on” and winked at Miles. Good thing he broke the awkward silence with a nice comment instead of me and my preggo brain making it more awkward by talking about my late-pregnancy inability to keep my bladder under control! Lucky for us, the elevator started again after we opened the door and closed it again. Phew.
Ash- that is definitely worse than the elevator situation for sure! My boss is a man, so thankfully I don’t have to worry about it.
Rhi- that is hilarious. Part of me wishes that you could have explained to him the inner workings of preggo bladders, just to see the look on his face. I’m really glad that you made it to your floor without any spills, so to speak.