I was riding the elevator down to the hotel lobby yesterday morning with a business man who was roughly my age. We stopped on the 11th floor where a younger dude wearing a navy pinstripe suit stepped in the elevator and gave the first guy a forced "hello."
Going against unwritten elevator protocol, he never turned around to face the door. Instead, he stared right at the first man and said, "I heard some men had fun at the casino last night."
Dead silence.
"Were you one of them?"
Pause. Eyes averted. Focus on the floor.
"Well, I was there."
Nothing more was said. The doors opened and the pinstriped man walked away briskly.
Now I want to know: what the hell happened at the casino?! And why wasn't I invited? Had I been prescient enough to feel this man's shame and embarrassment prior to the unspoken reprimand, I could have passionately chimed in (like in the movies), "No, he was with me."
Yeah, that would have been better. What happens in Milwaukee stays in Milwaukee?
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