Open mouth, insert foot

While waiting for the elevator this morning, I noticed the sheet of ice that had formed on everything last night. The tell-tale ‘scratch scratch’ of people chipping away at their ice encrusted wind shields meant winter had finally arrived in Minnesota.

Seeing another gentleman waiting for the elevator, I decided to make small talk. As we entered the elevator, I remarked “Boy, am I glad I’m in the garage today!”

His reply, “I wish I was.” Oops. Hadn’t thought of that eventuality.

( long, uncomfortable silence for 3 floors)