It's lunchtime. I leave my office (which is FREEZING cold) to go get lunch across the street. I walk past one of the many burly security guards in the lobby of my building. Here's what happened:
Guard: Hey. Get back here!
Grace: (turns around and walks back to the security guard) Yes?
Guard: (taking Grace by the arm) Why are you walkin around all shy like that with your arms folded across you?
Grace: Umm...I'm not shy, I'm just cold. They should turn the air conditioning down a little.
Guard: What floor are you on?
Grace: The X Floor
Guard: Guess I'll have to make a trip up to the X floor to warm you up then, won't I?
Grace: (pulling her arm free with an uncomfortable laugh) Have a good afternoon!
Guard: With legs like that I would APPRECIATE warming you up.
Grace: (uncomfortable laugh again) thanks. (walks away)
LATER (Grace, returning from lunch, walks around the building to avoid having to talk to the security guard.)
I could NOT have handled that worse. Go ahead. Ridicule me. I have it coming.