Yesterday’s “interactions” — the good and the fairly creepy.

Yesterday had some good and some oddities to it.  It started out with my sleeping in (6 a.m. – yea!) and having a leisurely cup of tea with the paper. By 8:30 I was out the door.  I get into the office only to find a bit of a disaster, but I decide to remain calm, start putting out the fire and heading out for a work-related lunch.

The lunch was at my favorite place – Panera.  Love the soup and salad combo! These were new work-related contacts.  But, as soon as I walked in I knew it would be fun!  Ever have those experiences, where you meet someone and know immediately that this is going to be a friendship – not just a “meeting?”  We talked about everything non-work, including grocery shopping and bodily functions.  I’m sure that’s TMI but it tells you how fun it was!  Thanks for having lunch with me (in case she reads the blog)!

When I got back to the office building, this was my next interaction:

(Elevator dings and I get on with a guy whose got a big comb over, looks quite disheveled and about 65 … but who’s looking???)

Guy:  You were fast getting on the elevator.

Me: Yea, I’ve got a lot of work to do when I get up there.

Guy: Why are you working? Why don’t you go to a bar and meet a rich guy. (I’m thinking, who the f@#$ is this guy?  I look up and catch him looking at my ring hand.  He looks at me and smirks).

Guy: You won’t have to work a minute if you marry a rich guy.

Me: Really?  Gosh, never thought of that. (Please g-d, get to the 17th floor asap!).

Guy: Seriously.  It’s the way to go and you can do it.  Just go find a rich guy and then you don’t have to go to work.

Me: Hmm, maybe I’m doing the wrong thing by pushing my kids to go to college.  Maybe I should push the rich marriage thing. (I’m just hoping he gets my  sarcastic “drift” here).

Guy: Yes! You should!  (He mentioned something about them going to a bible college but I didn’t want to ask for any clarification). You should tell them about my idea!

Me: Well, don’t you think I might go down in the history books as a bad mom if I did that?

Guy: (the elevator gets to 17 and as I walk (sprint) out, I hear)  No!  You’d be ahead of the game!  Take my word for it … (the door closes).

Here’s my thinking:  If you want to pick me up or just act like a crazy creepy person in an elevator – then you better be attractive with no comb over and not look like you’d just had sex in the back of a car.

Who are these people and how do they find me?

I hope we have a normal day today!