The Arcane and the Obvious

So I'm headed toward the elevators after lunch today, and an elevator opens before anyone can pick an "up" or "down" button from the lobby.

As the occupant of the elevator exited, a woman (closer to the bottons than I) pressed the down arrow. Down happens to be the direction I'm headed, so I'm pretty happy with serendipity at this point.

What still remains unknown for a moment is whether or not the over-mind governing the travel of the elevators in the building will allow that car to carry us down, or if we will be required to do penance until another car arrives. There is a brief moment of uncertainty as we await the decision.

Mercifully, the "down" indicator-light illuminates over the open elevator door. I enter after my newfound traveling companion does. We exchange glances and I say "Yay!" with a grin on my face.

Nodding to no one I announce "I love it when a plan comes together!"

I'm quite fond of that quote. It was a tag line from the TV series called "The A*Team." Without out boring you with minutia, a character named Hannibal would triumphantly recite those lines before grinning and biting down on his cigar. I use it often, sometimes à propos of nothing.

She looked at me and said "Plan?"

I explained myself by saying "It's a quote from an old TV series."

"Oh!" She said. "Good!"

We were clearly not on the same page.

I did what any geek would do: I perpetuated an awkward silence.