what?

It’s raining in Seattle this morning.  Don’t even get me started on this ass-crap weather we have been having lately.

Because it is raining, I take my umbrella with me for my walk to work.  I get to work and climb into an elevator with a couple other people.  Pretty soon, it only me and ‘some dude’ left in the elevator.  He’d been looking at me through the elevator ride, and I don’t indulge glancing men with returned glances, so I’d been successfully ignoring him.  But, as the elevator doors slide shut, I can tell he’s gearing up to say something to me.  He says: “Good thinking bringing your umbrella today.”

First, I was relieved he didn’t verbally vomit some cheesy “Hey, how you doing” line.  But.  It’s raining outside.  It has been raining all morning.  It’s not like I got a psychic premonition prior to walking out the door. 

After an awkward pause, during which I thought “Is that the best you’ve got?” I tapped my head and told him I was revered for my astute observation skills and powers of deduction.  I should have recommended revisiting the chalkboard and a new brainstorming session on opening lines for elevator ladies.  Now I feel bad for beings such a sarcastic elevator lady.  And I hope it doesn't decrease my elevator karma more.