(For The Daily Prompt: Isn’t Your Face Red)
Sometimes there is no getting out of embarrassing moments and especially when you are in a crowded elevator. There is nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, nowhere to bury your face and where seconds can seem like hours. This is one of those stories.
It was back in the 1980’s in NYC. I was at my job waiting in front of an elevator where I was part of a carpentry maintenance crew for Citibank’s, 399 Park Ave Home Office building. We were union and proud and had an exclusive contract taking care of various repair jobs inside the building’s offices and lobbies. There was no job too small for us and we sometimes spent hours and even days sitting around waiting for something to do.
A sweet job but it was better than being outside on a physically demanding new…
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