personal enjoyment

DMV elevator

I went to the mall today to go to the DMV and wait in line for a few thousand hours. The DMV's on the 6th floor and I parked on ground level since the parking structure's always filled to the top. As I was not in the mood to climb the stairs, I took the elevator. I got on with a couple who had their son in a stroller and a man who was wearing some very strong cologne. It smelled very nice, not at all like John's old spice which makes me think of him more as an old man than a friend. At the first floor, the could got off and two woman got on, laughing about something funny one of them had just said. Well, as soon as the door closed, the blond woman sneezed quickly, echoing in the small elevator. "Ha-chhh! *sniff*sniff* Excuse me," she said, taking out a tissue from her purse and dabbing at her nose. Suddenly she sneezed again, and then again, in sneezes that ended not in the sort of release I normally sneeze with but just a dying chhhh. They were continuous and her friend seemed worried at them. "You okay, Laureen?" she asked her sneezing friend. The woman nodded, unable to stop sneezing to answer. "Ha-Chhh! Ha-Chhh! Haa-Chhh! Ha-Ha-chh!" Breaking the pattern, she pinched her nose, feeling the sneezes but sneezing them without letting them out, "Ha-mmmmph! Ha-mmmmph!" just so that she could say a few words. "It's that Ha-Ha-mmmph! smell." The man blushed. "Sorry, it's my cologne." "Ha-Chhh! HA-CHHH!" she sneezed hard, getting out another kleenex and blowing her nose. They seemed to be getting stronger, and she was trying hard to keep them back by holding her nose. She gave up as we went up another floor, letting them out as they came to her. "Ha-Chhh! Ha-Ha-CHHH! Ha-CHHH!" She sniffed, looking at the red-faced man. "It's okay. Only a few more Ha-Chhh! flooaaa-CHH! Ha-Chhh!" The two women got out at the fifth floor, Laureen still sneezing fully in a great allergic reaction. We could still hear her as the doors to the elevator closed and the apologetic man and I were left in the elevator. He turned to me and said, "I feel horrible! That poor lady!" I shrugged, my secret desires well intact within me. "I like your cologne, myself. It's very nice." He grinned and we got off at the top floor. "Thanks." We went our separate ways. After that, I didn't mind waiting in line so very much.