The College Experience

"God why in the world am I stuck with you?" I demand as I glare at the child in front of me, okay 'he' wasn't a child but his last name really promoted his childlike tendencies. He was a brat. An annoying, jerkish brat.

He rolls his eyes at me and retorts, "The real question is why am I stuck with you? Do you even work here?" He demands as he pushes out his chest like a caveman.

Misogynist. "I had a meeting on the 16th floor." I state professionally when really all I want to do is stamp my foot on his, with my heels. The brat deserves it.

"Well I work here." Like that's some great feat or something. "You could have taken another elevator." He was right I could've waited another 12 minutes for another elevator to arrive, but I thought that maybe for once the child could act his age. He seemed all professional in his suit and tie. He didn't even notice me until I opened my big fat mouth to tell him which floor.

Just as I'm about to retort, the elevator creaks.

This day sucks!