The other day, at work, I was returning to my floor after a meeting via elevator. I was the only one in that elevator at the time, and I was standing front and center, ready to get out when it reached my floor. Before I could even step forward as the doors opened, a pair of women started walking in, barging past me and making my exit difficult because they were physically in the way. Which made their entry difficult, because I wanted to get off of the elevator. One did look at me and say, “excuse me!” as though I was impeding their way.
But as we passed in the narrow doorway, my bag knocked the pen off of her clipboard and, as I kept walking, I heard it clatter down the elevator shaft while they semi-exclaimed about losing a (company provided) pen.
For some reason, I didn’t feel bad.