Normally after work, I would run home, walk my dog, and then head (with dog in tow) to the horse barn for a couple hours of riding. But, my horse just made the long trip up to his new home in Woodinville, WA from Phoenix, AZ over the past weekend, so I've been taking it easy on him for the first week. I had a bake sale at work to prepare for anyway, so I decided that it would be best to just run my dog to the park for a bit of exercise, and then run by the grocery store afterward for baking materials, and a few other grocery needs for the apartment. I had been out of town for a week, so my fridge was pretty bare!
My apartment building is 6 floors, with 3 floors of garage underneath. So, I drive my Tahoe full of groceries with dog in tow down to a parking spot on floor P2 that is close to the elevator (for obvious reasons). Our complex doesn't have any sort of cart or wagon etc. to make moving mass quantities easier, so, trying to make as few a number of trips down and back as possible, I gauge that if I carry as much as I can, it should take me two trips max to get everything up to the apt.
I carry two full paper bags of groceries and stuff a 12-pack of Coke Zero under my arm, in addition to having my dog by his leash and my purse on my shoulder.
If you can't already tell at this point....I've grossly over-estimated my abilities.
The elevator door pops open for dog and I (with groceries) to hop in. Low and behold, a moderately attractive (not really relevant) male has apparently boarded the elevator down on level P3 and is headed up as well. I start walking into the elevator, stumble slightly, and nearly bite the dust...along with all of my groceries. Somehow, and I'm not sure how, I right myself and don't drop a single thing. However, after saving myself, it's taking every muscle in my body to re-maneuver all of my belongings in such a way that I won't drop them going forward. My purse had fallen down my arm, the 12-pack of Coke Zero was digging into my side and the underside of my arm, as I desperately crush it down to keep it from falling. In my mind a vision pops up of this case of Coke falling in very slow motion, to where it hits the rock hard floor of the elevator, at which point each individual can of Coke explodes covering myself, dog, and moderately attractive male with the syrupy stickiness. Can you say...mortified?
So, to keep this vision from coming to pass, I do everything in my power to clutch onto my bags. All the while, dog is being the best boy he can be, sitting in one place quietly. After a couple seconds, I do a double-take and think to myself, "WAIT A MINUTE...why the hell isn't this guy helping me?" He didn't have anything on his person. No dog, no bags, even his keys were in his pocket. He didn't say anything to me at all for the entire duration of the elevator ride. Didn't offer a hand to keep me from falling, or pick up the small case of Coke that I so obviously didn't have under control. I mean, it wasn't as if he wasn't physically able either...no visible injuries to show why he wouldn't have been able to help me out.
At this point I'm just downright amazed. I blatantly try to make eye contact just so I can snarl at him or something. THE GUY WON'T EVEN LOOK AT ME.
I reach floor #3 where my apt. is located. NOT ATTRACTIVE male is going to floor #5. Good riddance. At least he's not on my floor.
Song of the day: "Kings of the Wild Frontier" Adam & The Ants (If I ever see this asshole needing help...well, I'll try to be the better person...I guess.)
2 comments:
My own HUSBAND used to carefully time his showers so he didn't have to help me carry groceries into the house.
So yeah, chivalry is definitely dead.
I'm not sure, but I think it may have died before we were born. I have yet to find it, and I've been looking for quite awhile. I bet a chick would've helped you. I think we tend to be nicer.
Or holding on to a last shred of hope...perhaps he was so in awe of your hotness he was temporarily in shock!
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