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The Moral Of The Story

--Every morning I have math class; I take the Davidson Hall set of elevators to my third floor classroom, and that's my half-conscious routine. However, this past week and the week before, the second elevator has been inexplicably out of order, reducing the load of students per "ding" noticeably. Fed up with waiting until the second wave, I took to the stairs, grumbling and griping in my non-morning-person mood. To my surprise, a motley handful of college kids craned their necks my direction and asked "Hey - you got 5 minutes?" Another glance betrayed the sight of a video recorder clenched in the fist of a mop-topped boy, and the wide young man who first greeted me launched into his explanation. "We're shooting a short film for our Video/Audio class and I'm the lead guy who's cheating on his girlfriend."

"Do I really look like the cheating-on-girlfriend type?"

He laughed. "Just sit and talk with me and say whatever - there's no sound." True to his word, I sat with him for 60 seconds, flipping my hair and saying "blah blah blah" back and forth to take up a few seconds of film time. I laughed and headed off to class inside the promised 5 minutes. They asked for my contact info and said they would give me a cut of the profits if ever it made any and thanked me for my help. The experience charmed me, and I was actually in a good mood when I walked into my horrendous math class (which is a rare thing).

The moral of the story? : Take the stairs.

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