So there’s this attractive lady who works in the Special Events Dept. at the Museum (that I also work at, convenient some would say.) with whom I am on an awkwardly waving and smiling status with. Last night I was heading to the cafe and I saw her on her way to the tunnelvator with a cart.
the Tunnelvator is an elevator that goes up and down one flight of stairs so
that people can take wheel chairs and strollers from the Asian art building
to the Tunnel of Light that connects it to the Western art building.
So I decide to wait for her at the bottom of the Tunnelvator and when it opens I start up a conversation about how it’s my favorite (of the five elevators {each that only goes to two floors} ) in the building. She agrees on the basis that in only goes a few stairs down. Then we counted the all the stairs (12) and walked through the tunnel together discussing how there where no ramps in that building and the museum overlords where almost defiant in their lack of ADA compliance. Then we discussed how we should just attach rockets to everything, and both agreed that everything is better with the application of explosives. So that was a bit of Yay. Made even yayer [sp?] by the fact that today the awkward waving and smiling on her part seemed an order more animated than before.
Post Script: “we counted all the stairs” is one letter off of being super hipstery poemy. I like my version better.
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