It is difficult to understand how desperately, *pathetically* lonely bereaved people are, until you are heading out the main door, and find that you are waiting, because you hear the beeps indicating that the elevator is in operation, and you wait to see if someone else is going out the main door, just so that you can say hello to another human being.
(And then you find that the elevator was going down to the parking level anyways.)
No comments:
Post a Comment