Second Impressions

Stuck in a glass elevator with a mime. Again!

He shrugs, mimes calling for help.

I bang the emergency button.

He mimes smashing the glass with a hammer, then sticky-taping it together. He wasn’t funny the first time he did it. I consider miming strangling him.

The lift jerks and starts to descend.

He’s a good-looking guy, actually. I just wish he would stop goofing about and talk to me. The lift doors open.

“What’s your name?” I ask.

He signs his name, shrugs in apology and hurries away.

“Wait,” I shout.

He doesn’t hear me, of course.