Entitled pretty man

Oh how i love long elevator rides. This way, I get to listen to conversations without having to really look like I am paying attention.

So, we were way up in an older building. The doors were closing and a well manicured hand slid between the closing doors. In walks a well dressed pretty man, smelling to all the world like a Calvin Klein model must smell. He stood next to me and said, "looks like we're going down." Before I could think of something witty or tasteless to say, I noticed he was using his left hand to hold the phone to his ear. I kept quiet.

Now, the ride down in an older building can take a while, but for me and Mr. Entitled Pretty Man, it seemed to take a lot longer. He was on the phone to someone, a man, a woman, possibly a decently trained monkey, because very quickly I got the idea that Mr. Entitled Pretty man just likes the sound of his incredibly sexy voice.

While listening to his banal words, I kept thinking, how does one get the sense that their life, their job, their wife/husband etc is all part of some larger plan? How did Mr. Entitled Pretty Man get the idea that his conversation in my elevator would be more important than, say, my witty little responses to regular questions that people ask in elevators.

Then I noticed Mr. Entitled Pretty Man's pants. My lord, I am betting he paid more for those pants than the vast majority of my wardrobe. I'd like to be able to describe them, I mean, they were dark, but that's about as accurate as I am going to be able to come up with. Beautiful does not do them justice, form fitting misses the point and well worn might make you think they were aging, as opposed to fitting so well as to leave little to the imagination.

On and on he droned with his phone conversation. What did I learn? I am not sure, he was speaking english, but not very clearly, plus it was obvious the other side of the conversation was taking control. His answers were oblique, a yes here, a look into it there and then, the doors opened.

Mr. Entitled Pretty Man sashayed into the lobby, out the doors and into the beautiful Pittsburgh spring. Good day Mr. Entitled, good day indeed.