Legomaster
October 7th, 2004, 02:14 AM
Wed October 6 1:43am est.
I am writing this as it is fresh in my mind.
I just stepped off the elevador and boy was it funny.
It all started when I was riding my bike up to the building where I live.
I ussually make a right turn and the head past the gaurd shack, but this time I went straight, and over the cross walk. Then I see there are some cars comming down the block so I turn around and go back my ussual way.
Adding say 3-5 or 7 seconds to my time. I always wonder what will happen in the random moment that occurs when we miss a turn, or go on an unexpected route. As I road towards the front of the building I thought to myself, what occurance will happen now that I was a few seconds later in my arrival then if I hadn't taken a differnt route.
It happend. Something strange.
So as I ride up to the front of the building. Two men are standing out side.
One is in a suit, drunk, with out his tie and loose shirted. The other more sporty like with a ball cap on. They are talking about some rant and as I ride up to grab the door, I hear what they are saying.
The one guy with the suit seemed to be complaining about terrorism and a lack of security or something. Then I noticed he was talking my direction from behind. I turn around. In mid sentence he says ".....and look at this guy with a bomb on his back and how he's just gonna walk in to the building and blow us up. Why do you want to blow me up?" At this point we are looking right at each other. Now, I live at the James Madison building. I'm standing at the door with my bike and my back pack. He's at the curb.
Instead of me walking in to the building and pretending to ignore him. I wait. I continue to observe him and listen to what he is saying.
He goes on to say he's sick of terrorism and blahh blahhh.
He walks up to me as I am staring at him. He says, "Aren't you sick too?" "Like you could have had a bomb!" I think at this point I could tell you what alcoholic beverage he had.
Then instead of saying something, I just blew wind out of my mouth like I was blown away that he could be so rude to say that to someone. Obviously intoxicated.
Then I wait as he walks back to the curb and says some more rants to his buddy. Who seems embarrassed by this person. I am looking right at them like now I'm interested in what he is saying.
I think he gets a little self consious because they decide to head up. So they go inside the building. They help me with the doors and I get my bike inside. We all pause at the door man. I'm not sure but I sensed they had words before or something because something was said. In that moment I took my back pack off and started to open it.
The suit guy looked at me. The situation seemed like I was checking in like an airport.
Then he sinckered and walked away towards the elevador. I shuffled along behind hoping to enter the same elevador. By this time I'm reaching in my bag and pulling out the box that is inside. A very nice woman, myself, my bike, my halfway pulled out box and this suited drunk guy and his sporty friend are in the service elevador.
Oh could you press (#floor number) please, I say to the nice woman.
I pull the box out and begin to open the box. I throw the bag to the floor.
The guy in the suit says "Oh! don't be all opening boxes and stuff, I don't know what the f*** is in there!"
I take the cover off the box and the suit guy says "I don't know what the f*** that is!"
I take my robot out of the box and say. "Hey look it's my Lego robot! You like it? Pretty cool huh? I made it." As I proudly turn it around so all in the elevador can see its detail and construction.
Then the nice woman says "oh your the Lego guy!?" I say hi, yes thanks.
Then the elevador stops at her floor and she gets off and we all say goodnight to her.
With an additional apology from the two guys for the strange elevador ride.
Now the door closes and I put the robot back in the box as the guy continues to rant about how I could as an example, could have had a bomb in my pack and I was not being checked.
(He dosen't realize it but he offended the wrong person.)
I look him right in the eye and say, Look, I was the third person to move in to this building 15 or so years ago. I am just as concerned as you about these kinds of things. I want people at the front of the building doing their jobs and keeping an eye out. But you don't go around saying things like that to people around here and make them feel uncomfortable!
Just then the door opens to my floor and I toss my box and bag out the door of the elevador and wrestle with my bike through the door as it is by now closing on me. The sporty guy starts to help with the door as I am saying to the suited guy: So maybe I hear what your saying, maybe I 'm hearing what your saying. But don't act like that around here, (as I point my finger at his nose) and I'm just the guy to tell you!! As I finish raising my voice. The door closes and I pick up my box and start laughing as I fumble for my keys.
The things that happen when you make the extra turn or take that extra second or two. Some times we catch or miss situations by a second.
Anyway, I thought it was cool that the nice woman had heard of me, and that I got to confront a loud obnoxious drunk with modern day paranoia gone aloof by use of my little ol' Lego robot.
Eric Sophie
I am writing this as it is fresh in my mind.
I just stepped off the elevador and boy was it funny.
It all started when I was riding my bike up to the building where I live.
I ussually make a right turn and the head past the gaurd shack, but this time I went straight, and over the cross walk. Then I see there are some cars comming down the block so I turn around and go back my ussual way.
Adding say 3-5 or 7 seconds to my time. I always wonder what will happen in the random moment that occurs when we miss a turn, or go on an unexpected route. As I road towards the front of the building I thought to myself, what occurance will happen now that I was a few seconds later in my arrival then if I hadn't taken a differnt route.
It happend. Something strange.
So as I ride up to the front of the building. Two men are standing out side.
One is in a suit, drunk, with out his tie and loose shirted. The other more sporty like with a ball cap on. They are talking about some rant and as I ride up to grab the door, I hear what they are saying.
The one guy with the suit seemed to be complaining about terrorism and a lack of security or something. Then I noticed he was talking my direction from behind. I turn around. In mid sentence he says ".....and look at this guy with a bomb on his back and how he's just gonna walk in to the building and blow us up. Why do you want to blow me up?" At this point we are looking right at each other. Now, I live at the James Madison building. I'm standing at the door with my bike and my back pack. He's at the curb.
Instead of me walking in to the building and pretending to ignore him. I wait. I continue to observe him and listen to what he is saying.
He goes on to say he's sick of terrorism and blahh blahhh.
He walks up to me as I am staring at him. He says, "Aren't you sick too?" "Like you could have had a bomb!" I think at this point I could tell you what alcoholic beverage he had.
Then instead of saying something, I just blew wind out of my mouth like I was blown away that he could be so rude to say that to someone. Obviously intoxicated.
Then I wait as he walks back to the curb and says some more rants to his buddy. Who seems embarrassed by this person. I am looking right at them like now I'm interested in what he is saying.
I think he gets a little self consious because they decide to head up. So they go inside the building. They help me with the doors and I get my bike inside. We all pause at the door man. I'm not sure but I sensed they had words before or something because something was said. In that moment I took my back pack off and started to open it.
The suit guy looked at me. The situation seemed like I was checking in like an airport.
Then he sinckered and walked away towards the elevador. I shuffled along behind hoping to enter the same elevador. By this time I'm reaching in my bag and pulling out the box that is inside. A very nice woman, myself, my bike, my halfway pulled out box and this suited drunk guy and his sporty friend are in the service elevador.
Oh could you press (#floor number) please, I say to the nice woman.
I pull the box out and begin to open the box. I throw the bag to the floor.
The guy in the suit says "Oh! don't be all opening boxes and stuff, I don't know what the f*** is in there!"
I take the cover off the box and the suit guy says "I don't know what the f*** that is!"
I take my robot out of the box and say. "Hey look it's my Lego robot! You like it? Pretty cool huh? I made it." As I proudly turn it around so all in the elevador can see its detail and construction.
Then the nice woman says "oh your the Lego guy!?" I say hi, yes thanks.
Then the elevador stops at her floor and she gets off and we all say goodnight to her.
With an additional apology from the two guys for the strange elevador ride.
Now the door closes and I put the robot back in the box as the guy continues to rant about how I could as an example, could have had a bomb in my pack and I was not being checked.
(He dosen't realize it but he offended the wrong person.)
I look him right in the eye and say, Look, I was the third person to move in to this building 15 or so years ago. I am just as concerned as you about these kinds of things. I want people at the front of the building doing their jobs and keeping an eye out. But you don't go around saying things like that to people around here and make them feel uncomfortable!
Just then the door opens to my floor and I toss my box and bag out the door of the elevador and wrestle with my bike through the door as it is by now closing on me. The sporty guy starts to help with the door as I am saying to the suited guy: So maybe I hear what your saying, maybe I 'm hearing what your saying. But don't act like that around here, (as I point my finger at his nose) and I'm just the guy to tell you!! As I finish raising my voice. The door closes and I pick up my box and start laughing as I fumble for my keys.
The things that happen when you make the extra turn or take that extra second or two. Some times we catch or miss situations by a second.
Anyway, I thought it was cool that the nice woman had heard of me, and that I got to confront a loud obnoxious drunk with modern day paranoia gone aloof by use of my little ol' Lego robot.
Eric Sophie