In which a cycle hoyden bemuses Insurance or possibly Investment Dudes. An exchange in one Scene.
Scene: The elevator in the Tower in the Wasteland—a boring, office-tower elevator.
ENTER:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zingerella . She is wearing cycling shorts and a purple t-shirt. Her hair is in a long braid down her back, and is, frankly, a mess. She carries a pannier/shoulderbag. She pushes 5, and proceeds to remove her cycling gloves.
ENTER: Dude in a Suit 1. He hits 2.
ENTER: Slightly more middle-aged Dude in a Suit2. Z. has seen him parking in a reserved spot in the garage. He hits 3 (the same company as Dude in a Suit 1.
DiaS1 nods Hello to DiaS2. They exchange banter.
The elevator doors close.
DiaS2: To Z. Do you pay for parking here?
DiaS2: Hmph. So do you ride far?
Zingerella: Yeah. Pretty far.
DiaS2: Eyebrows raised Really? Where do you come from?
Zingerella: Oh, Pape and Danforth.
A pause.
DiaS2: Sticks out his hand. Wow. That is really far. That's very impressive.
Zingerella bemusedly shakes his hand. Yeah, I guess. It's not too bad.
Elevator: *BING!* Second floor. Going Up.
DiaS2: Well, have a good day. To DiaS1 You too. Leaves, and goes to his job selling investments, or maybe insurance.
Dias1: Snrk. There's no way you should pay for parking.
Elevator: *BING!* Third floor. Going Up.
Dias1: Have a good one. Leaves, and goes to his job selling investments, or maybe insurance.
Zingerella: You too.
Elevator: *BING!* Fifth floor.
Exit Zingerella, turning right.
Thing is, I can't figure out DiaS2. Was he planning to tell me I didn't ride that far? Or was he comparing my commute to his morning run? All I know is that he looked at me with far more respect after I told him where I started in the morning.
Huh.
Scene: The elevator in the Tower in the Wasteland—a boring, office-tower elevator.
ENTER:
zingerella . She is wearing cycling shorts and a purple t-shirt. Her hair is in a long braid down her back, and is, frankly, a mess. She carries a pannier/shoulderbag. She pushes 5, and proceeds to remove her cycling gloves.ENTER: Dude in a Suit 1. He hits 2.
ENTER: Slightly more middle-aged Dude in a Suit2. Z. has seen him parking in a reserved spot in the garage. He hits 3 (the same company as Dude in a Suit 1.
DiaS1 nods Hello to DiaS2. They exchange banter.
The elevator doors close.
DiaS2: To Z. Do you pay for parking here?
Zingerella: Nope.
DiaS2: Hmph. So do you ride far?
Zingerella: Yeah. Pretty far.
DiaS2: Eyebrows raised Really? Where do you come from?
Zingerella: Oh, Pape and Danforth.
A pause.
DiaS2: Sticks out his hand. Wow. That is really far. That's very impressive.
Zingerella bemusedly shakes his hand. Yeah, I guess. It's not too bad.
Elevator: *BING!* Second floor. Going Up.
DiaS2: Well, have a good day. To DiaS1 You too. Leaves, and goes to his job selling investments, or maybe insurance.
Dias1: Snrk. There's no way you should pay for parking.
Elevator: *BING!* Third floor. Going Up.
Dias1: Have a good one. Leaves, and goes to his job selling investments, or maybe insurance.
Zingerella: You too.
Elevator: *BING!* Fifth floor.
Exit Zingerella, turning right.
Thing is, I can't figure out DiaS2. Was he planning to tell me I didn't ride that far? Or was he comparing my commute to his morning run? All I know is that he looked at me with far more respect after I told him where I started in the morning.
Huh.
