Yesterday as I was heading out of the office I took my usual super-slow trip in the elevator. I've never been in an elevator that moves so slow.
Anyway...I got on the elevator and a gentleman gets on behind me. Now, I've never met, nor even seen this chap before. As the doors to the elevator closed, he turned toward me, leaned back on the elevator wall and said, "I can't quite decide what to call that color." I looked up at him and then figured out he was talking about my sweater, so I looked down at my sweater. Then as I looked back up at him the following thoughts went through my head:
- He's not serious.
- He's chatty.
- He's color blind?
- He's flirting?
As I leveled my gaze upon him I decided on the following response. "Red." The sweater is red. And that's it. It's just red. There's really no question about it's redness. So then he says, "I was thinking more Burnt Orange." And, mind you, he seemed serious. So here's when I decided to give in a little and say..."OK...let's call it faded red."
I'd had a long day and was not on my game. But...I think he actually was trying to flirt. Not sure why he'd want to or why he'd pick something as dumb as my shirt color (that was clearly red).
I decided to chat a bit more with him on the way out to the parking lot, but that was it. I think I may have offended him in my non-banter about the red sweater. Hopefully next time we're in the elevator and I'm wearing a primary color the debate can be a little more lively.
3 comments:
ha. I love that you called him a 'chap'.
Weird conversation, though.
BAHAHAHA! That made me laugh. I was waiting for you to say your sweater was like fushia or plum or something!
yes i liked that you called him a chap too.....it did leave me having a lot of questions about him however.....hmmm almost any man would look at a sweater and go with the most obvious color choice.....he must have had a good sellection of crayons growing up... that was a pretty desperate plea to talk to you :)
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