President of my company's building that is. You see, every morning I am forced to wait for the incompetent elevator to mozy its way down to ground level. I'm on the third floor. I would love to just use the stairs. Problem is the doorman will not let anyone use the stairs to go up, only to go down (escape, so to speak). Something about the messengers coming up and stealing stuff. I don't buy it.
Anyhow, after waiting for the elevator a few minutes too many this morning, I starting spreading my propaganda to my co-elevator riders. ("What great exercise we're missing out on!") The elevator was full of, "Yes" "Yeahs" and "Yayys." I had really struck a chord; let these people know that, no, they are not the only ones who feel this way about the building politics. "But the owners..." they countered. "It's majority rule," I informed them.
The lady whose office is on the second floor was, by far, the most spirited and excited about my political agenda. As I left the elevator, I asked my audience, "So are you going to vote for me?" Of course, they all answered in the affirmative. My colleague and I walked off the elevator and she declared that I was her hero.
"As any president should be..." I replied.
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Um, I think I know why you get so much undesired attention from construction workers. Do you realize that you're insanely sexy?
Jesus, I'd vote for you. Any chance you'll show up at my place wearing that (or less) on my birthday?
You guys do know that's not really me, right?
I mean, I definitely own that outfit, but it's not me. Sorry to disappoint.
I own that outfit too. Manboobs are sexy.
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