Yesterday, I found myself on an elevator with about 6 guys and no other women. Sorry, not guys, I think they prefer to be called “bros” because that’s how they kept referring to each other. The next 45 seconds were the most difficult of my life, because I had to listen to their conversation without laughing hysterically.
Bro 1: What are you doing tonight bro? Hitting up the bars?
Bro 2: Nah bro, I’m going for a run.
Bro 1: Yeah. I feel ya. I went for a run last night, really pushed my limits.
Bro 3: Wait. You bros aren’t going to Third Base to get your drink on?
Bro 1: No, why are people hitting up Third Base?
Bro 2: Yeah, I heard about that but I wasn’t sure who was going. Anyone good?
Bro 3: Just a few bros from the office, but it should be a good time. They have hot waitresses.
Bro 4, 5,6: Bro. We’re all going. It’s like, a whole thing.
Bro: 2: Suck. I’m going for a run tonight.
Bro 3: How long you going for bro?
Bro 2: I’m thinkin a fiver bro. I just need to run, you know?
Then, they all got off the elevator and as soon as the elevator door closed, I started laughing and I didn’t stop until I got into my car. After a long day at work, I need that laugh. Thank you “bros” on the elevator. Thank you.