Why are you all up in my air though..
On the second tier of the Columbus Circle building looking out of the big glass facade entrance. Thinking...but, not. After a few text exchanges I walk off and head to the escalator. It's my turn to go, so I hop on to my now designated two steps. To my surprise a young woman hops on and positions herself next to me, on my steps. I turn my head slightly to the left and the translation of my facial expression had to be..
"No other steps on this escalator to choose from bitch?"
After breathing in the inconsideration for half the trip down, and if you know those escalators, it is long enough for contemplation, what followed was what I can only describe simply as...pleasant.
Maybe it's just my NY impulse that makes me screw my face up when someone unwarrantedly gets too close. I try to practice positivity daily, but sometimes you get caught failing out there in the simplest universal pop quizzes. So, I said to myself, shut the fuck up and be nice. So, I did.
When we reached the bottom together, there was no serendipitous exchange. No slight smiles or head nods. Just the feeling. And it felt good.