a man walks, just about 4 meters ahead.
we are enveloped by quiet, dark, cold night.
my ears are fine-tuned to the steps on wet ground,
only real source of light on back street are the lonely street lamps.
he reaches the door, disappears.
with cold fingers, i grab my keys,
with slightly watering eyes, i enter the corridor.
glancing, i sense panic.
the pointed fingers, hastened breath,
white knuckles, pressing that 'close' button.
close. damn it. close.
a man willing the machine,
and with other hand, fanatically putting his earbuds on.
i stick my foot into the closing door of the elevator,
and blurted out
'HEY MAN, I SAW THAT. NOT COOL.'
dude is beet-red. and adjusts earbuds with his best efforts.
the other two kids in elevator almost died laughing. ha ha. sat eve drama.