On this edition of “Questions Not to Ask on a 22 Floor Elevator Ride” we go straight to the man on 23 who just couldn’t help himself….
|Still one of the best movie scenes of all time!|
Though Mr. 23 kept his question PG – the moment we stepped onto the elevator I knew it was coming. He couldn’t help look at the box in my hands which, I will add, was clearly marked air filters. I’m not sure what he thought might be in there but the tone in which he asked seemed a bit devious…like I was planning some kind of slumber party with hair braiding and pillow fights and he was hoping for an invite. Anywho, here we were at ground zero, with the elevator doors slowly closing, about to make our way to the top of the building…
Mr. 23 – With a smirk that raised the corner of one side of his mouth he asks, “Whats in the box??”
Me – “My wedding dress.” Simply stated.
Mr. 23 – “Ohhhh” Spoken in a way he which was clear to me he didn’t know what to say as a follow-up.
Me – I eased his pain by replying, ” Yes. I sold it on E bay. I figured I wasn’t going to wear it again so why not let someone else?”
Mr. 23 – Still staring while searching for his next words…
Me – “Funny how the remnants of one day can fit into one square foot box” I said quite matter of factly.
Mr. 23 – Now wishing to God he had never asked and silently cursing the remaining floors until he could get off the elevator.
It’s funny – in that moment I had absolutely no feelings about selling my dress beyond; 1. Relief that it would no longer take up space in my closet, and 2. Joy that I would be $100 richer. It wasn’t until seeing Mr. 23’s somber reaction that I thought about the emotional implications of what I had done…I had broken a tie that led me to that day. But the day still exists in my memory…so why do we need the physical reminder? Continue reading “What’s in the Box? Saying Goodbye to Things to Make Room for New Experiences”