I attract lunatics, there is no other explanation:
After a harrowing jaunt through various forms of NY transportation, I finally made it to work. I stepped into the elevator as a man appeared to be stepping out. I pressed my floor and leaned against the wall waiting for the elevator to close. The man stepped back in looking confused as he stood across from me.
Man: “You look nice.”
Miss Print: *nods in a vaguely friendly vaguely standoffish way*
Man: “Do you read a lot?”
Miss Print: “I work here.” [Best way to totally shoot the guy down.]
I later directed the man to the floor he wanted to be on because apparently he doesn’t read a lot (at MU anyway) and had no idea where he was.