Elevator Guy

It's 5:56 pm and I just walked out of Special Collections. I'm fumbling with my backpack and trying to check for messages on my phone. The elevator button is pressed and it gives me time to semi-multitask. Our department is on the 5th floor and it takes forever for the doors to open. I dig through pens and pencils, a mirror, my headphones and iPod, and finally, my fingers find the phone. No messages. My backpack re-zipped and I'm tapping my heels. The doors open and I jumped a bit. Elevator guy. I almost never run into anyone on the elevator here. I awkwardly walk to the empty side and stand there looking at my feet. I'm used to having the elevator to myself so I felt claustraphobic.

The guy looks annoyed and started muttering under his breath that this elevator is taking forever. I'm thinking, "No kidding, you took an elevator that was going up when you wanted to go down." He lets out a loud sigh and at the same time swings both his arms outward. I freaked out and thought he was going to randomly take a swing at me. He almost whacked me in the side! He's humming an awkward beat and I realize he is dancing, literally dancing. Breakdancing to be exact. It was horrible to watch, but I was trying my best not to laugh. I exagerrated a frown just so I wouldn't laugh. He picks up the pace and is now stomping around. I try to huddle closer to my side of the elevator.

The elevator dings at the 3rd floor and the guy stops completely. Someone else walks in between us and there's silence. At this point I really wanted to laugh and go back to all seriousness. That obviously didn't happen because I didn't want to be rude. We got to the main lobby and I basically bolted out the door in hope the guy doesn't decide to sporadically flash dance.

This incident only took place for about 6 minutes, but it was a rather awkward highlight of my day. Almost as hilarious as the veteran trying to hit on me at the Student Center.