My One Lame Steve Story
October 5th, 2011

I am at work, heading to a meeting, walking down an empty hallway. As I reach the end, the door opens from the other side, and Steve enters, looking down intently at his iPhone. I step aside so he can pass, but he stops right in the middle of the doorway. He doesn't see me.

I wait. He pokes at his phone. I nervously shuffle my feet. He still is just standing there. Do I dare clear my throat?

Five seconds of eternity go by. At last he looks up and realizes I've been waiting for him. "Hi," he says sheepishly.

"HI!" I yell.

The end.

Thank you for everything Steve.