So I come to work, sit at my computer, check my email, and suddenly a co-worker is standing in my doorway demanding to know if I have a problem with her.
To me, this is coming straight out of the blue. She asks again. I say no and ask why. "Because you turned off the hallway light on me."
To me, this makes no sense, I just got here and the sun is shining and I haven't hit any lightswitches anywhere.
It turns out that last night, when there were three of us leaving, she was lagging behind. Two of us were by the elevator (katty-corner from the lightswitch) when the elevator arrived. We hit the switch for the light in the elevator area and boarded the (lit) elevator, looking toward the (lit) area where the third person was, and called for her that the elevator was on our floor. We waited a bit, heard no response, unblocked the doors and let the doors close.
Which, of course, means that I have a problem with her and want her to stumble around in the dark or something. All I can think of is Robert DeNiro, standing in front of the mirror, rehearsing how to take everything personally.
When Poe ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.
at least they talk to you when they are mad at you
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