After going downstairs to buy a soda, I came back upstairs, bounded out of the elevator, and started at a near run down the hallway. In less than a moment, however, I realized that I’d started running down the wrong direction, which is an easy mistake to make because there are elevators on both sides of the hallway. I swore audibly, turned, and started back the other way, but not before a little old man who was waiting for another elevator saw me, pointed, and laughed. LAUGHED.
When I got back into the office, I told my coworker who teases me incessantly that I’d just caught a glimpse of him in fifty years. Naturally, upon hearing the story, he pointed at me and laughed.