Ivan stepped into the elevator. He'd cleaned off his robes, except for the stubborn ink stain, after getting his desk back in order. A smudge of dust ran across his sweaty forehead and into his hairline. Ivan made way for others getting on or off, silently recounting what he'd learned in the department meeting until the elevator arrived at the lobby.
So engaged with the subject of the meeting was Ivan that he almost forgot to get off. It was just as the doors were creaking closed again that Ivan realized where he was and managed to shoved his hand through the opening and arrest the doors' movement.The doors stubbornly resisted this intereference with their normal operation. Wrestling with the machinery, Ivan eventually clawed his way through the opening. The doors clanged shut together behind him with an offended air.
Ivan stumbled foward and nearly fell into a group of people. "Oh, pardon me!" He let go on a strange woman's arm, backed away and straightened his robes and adjusted his tie. No worries. Nothing to look at here. He rolled back and shoulders and marched off with what dignity he could muster.
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Ivan Callistus: Optimistic Oblivious Obliviator
If only all mistakes could be obliviated... |