Spekkio
He bowls overhand.
I am not an aviator, but the fact that I never hear the following "conversation" ever again makes it all worth it:
*Gets on elevator at 8:45 am Monday morning with two other female workers*
30 seconds of awkward silence
Woman 1 to woman 2: *in over-happy, high on caffeine voice* HAPPY MONDAY! HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND?
Me: *Thinks about the great sex I had with my girlfriend Saturday night, and how I want to stab myself for being in this place right now*
Woman 2: *fake, disenterested voice* Good, how was yours?
Woman 1: Good. It's so gorgeous out, isn't it?
Woman 2: Yea, I know... shame we have to be indoors today
*elevator opens*
Woman 1: Well, nice talking to you. See you around. Buh bye!
Note: This is not a knock against woman, as men in corporate America are equally castrated to talk about banal topics such as weather in elevators as well.
*Gets on elevator at 8:45 am Monday morning with two other female workers*
30 seconds of awkward silence
Woman 1 to woman 2: *in over-happy, high on caffeine voice* HAPPY MONDAY! HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND?
Me: *Thinks about the great sex I had with my girlfriend Saturday night, and how I want to stab myself for being in this place right now*
Woman 2: *fake, disenterested voice* Good, how was yours?
Woman 1: Good. It's so gorgeous out, isn't it?
Woman 2: Yea, I know... shame we have to be indoors today
*elevator opens*
Woman 1: Well, nice talking to you. See you around. Buh bye!
Note: This is not a knock against woman, as men in corporate America are equally castrated to talk about banal topics such as weather in elevators as well.