It's been awhile, but here's a new elevator story...

I'm in the elevator with a guy with a black eye. Don't ask me why I always feel compelled to talk to strangers in elevators, I think it has something to do with the lack of commitment involved in striking up a conversation. Anyway, here is how it went:

Me: Nice shiner, sports or bar related?
Him: Actually work, I fell off the ladder.
[aside: I felt like such a jerk at this point!]
Me: Oh NOooo, I'm so sorry, I hope you're feeling better. You should have taken a week off work.
Him: Yah, I know, I should have.
[elevator door opens]
Me: I hope you get better soon. Bye.
Him: Thanks. Bye.

I need sensitivity training....