Like the totally self-absorbed jerk that I am, I was in the Church office's mail room taping my name (and title of my choosing -- Interim Director of Student Ministries) over our DCE's name on his/my mailbox -- before he had even left.
The elevator behind me dinged behind its doors to signal its arrival, and then opened. Out walked a man, and his bike.
I turned and, utterly transfixed, said awkwardly and in all capital letters, "HI."
"hi," he replied, in all lower case letters.
"So," I continued. "Who are you?"
He explained his role as music teacher/gym instructor/about five other things that I can't remember since I was staring at his bike the whole time -- floored, I guess, by the fact that someone besides me rides his bike to work (and takes it up the elevator with him, apparently for secure office storage).
"Yeah, I'm Katie. I'll be around. We're going to be friends."
He said, "Okay then."
And presumably he pedalled off.
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