The elevator ride up to my office isn’t long. Our firm is on the second floor of a large tower, so it’s typically a minute or two ride. As I was walking into the building last week, I got stuck behind a pair of pretty, thin girls a few years older than me. They wore four inch Christian Louboutin pumps, so they were walking slowly. Plus, it was Monday, so no one was in a hurry to get to work.
In the short walk from the front door to the elevator and the ride up to the office, I was privy to their woes about life and love. One was a blonde and the other was a brunette, so I’ll call them Betty and Veronica since I don’t know their real names.
Betty tossed her waist-length blonde hair as she pushed through the revolving doors. Veronica followed, slinging her enormous Louis Vuitton handbag over her shoulder. Another elevator never arrived, so I squeezed into theirs.
“Can you believe Shelly?”
“I know. I hate her.”
“Her wedding was perfect. Bitch has gotten everything she’s ever wanted since high school.”
“Which designer did she decide on for her dress?”
“Everyone from high school seemed surprised by how Mark looked.”
“I mean, it’s kinda like Lance and me. You wouldn’t think he was my type, but –”
“Are y’all engaged?”
Veronica sighed exasperatedly. “No, we just live together.”
Betty nodded sympathetically. “How long have y’all been together?”
“Wow. That’s –”
“A long time.”
“Beau and I have been dating since 2004, so I know how that is.”
“I just don’t know how much longer I can wait.”
“Seriously. I’m almost thirty.”
“Me too. I do not want to be a thirty-five-year-old bride.”
“Ew, me neither. Then what? You have kids at like, forty? Hell no!”
“Maybe we should have brunch with Shelly and Mark.”
“Y’know, so Mark could talk about how great married life is –”
“That’s an awesome idea! I’ll text that lucky bitch now.”
I cleared my throat. “Excuse me. This is my floor.”
Betty and Veronica jumped, horrified that I was standing in the other corner of the elevator the entire time. As I exited the elevator, I made a mental note. Must tell Ceddy that I’m grateful that we’re together and refuse to compete in a race to complete life’s supposed milestones.