Something About Elevators

Ballerinas and Origami Cranes

Decided to do the cliché opposites attract kinda thing with this one.

Mild -Language

Enjoy.

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Ballerinas and Origami Cranes

Why does this d*mn elevator take so long?

I don't even know why I do this everyday. I take this slow, rickety elevator up to the roof and stay there all afternoon. I could get my stuff done anywhere else, but it seems promises must be kept. Even the unspoken ones.

Finally, the elevator screeched to a halt on the first floor and I stepped in.

Just as the doors began to shut, My ears were graced with a very high-pitched "Wait! Wait, hold the elevator!"

Having already waited too long for the elevator, I had no urgent desire to hold the door for anyone. Unfortunately for me, a hand holding a pair of battered pointe shoes struck out and stopped the doors from closing at the last minute.

The elevator doors reopened and in stepped what appeared to be the typical ballerina, frilly pink tutu and all... All with the exception of the knee high black studded Dr. Martens and dark purple lipstick.

"Thank you. You're so kind," ballerina sneered.

I replied in the same tone, "Well, I try." I am really disliking this elevator right now.

Her response was quick, "I'm sure you tried your absolute best."

We continued in this pattern for a while -going back and forth. But suddenly the rickety box we called an elevator came to a screeching halt.

"Sh*t."

Because a broken elevator is always such a great thing. The little fireball I shared the elevator with vocalized an even more profane reaction than mine.

"-why today of all days? To ME of all people?!-"

As she continued on rant and rage, I took a seat against the corner of the elevator. Her little tantrum lasted a solid 4 minutes before I felt the need too intervene.

"Hey, Prima Ballerina, shut the h*ll up!"

"Oh, screw you," she pulled our her phone and upon realizing it had no bars she added, "f*ck."

She pushed the call button and sat down in the corner opposite me with her arms wrapped around her knees.

I glanced at my watch and figured that we would be here for a while because nothing happened when the call button was pressed. I took the deck of playing cards out of my pocket and began setting up a game of two person Chinese Patience. I separated the remaining cards into two piles and set them in opposite sides of the square.

"I don't want to play."

I had forgotten Prima Ballerina was even sitting there. "Well good thing they aren't for you then."

I played a few rounds before looking up. She was staring at the other hand of cards wondering why I dealt them out if no one was going to play. Since it was none of her business, I left her wondering. I finished the game and played two more before she broke the silence.

"Can I play?"

I just slid the other hand towards her with out verbally replying. I beat her twice and found that she is a pretty sore loser. She'd sit and pout until I dealt out the next game. She wasn't, however, as sore of a winner; smiling to herself without the gloating.

"Clarissa" she eventually said.

"Who?"

"That's my name, Clarissa. So you can stop calling me Prima Ballerina in your head."