Open Mouth. Insert Foot. Repeat.

Yesterday. Oh yesterday. What a day! I am in training all week, and finally we got into the meat of things which is unfamiliar to my cranial gray matter. Concentration flags went up, and attention span expanded. Or at least I tried to. I was struggling the few hours after lunch! I don't think I'll be having a regular sized sandwich from Quizno's anymore, even though I could have had more calories while starving all morning.

So with the mental stress from knowledge absorption all day, I was glad class was finally adjourned. I got into the elevator, and the car had six other older ladies in there from a few floors above. In such situations, I typically would say hello, and if I was feeling adventurous, I would add something funny to pick up their moods.

Seeing how I was the only guy in the elevator, I said, "Hello ladies. How are y'all doing?" A few of them replied, and one asked, "How about yourself?" My mind was still in the process of unwinding into relaxed mode, and I absentmindedly said, "I'm good. I'm feeling lucky tonight with you ladies."

I swear to you, I thought I heard crickets in the elevator in the middle of a winter evening in a high rise building dead in the center of downtown Chicago. I started thinking about what I said. Then a woman broke the silence: "Well, he ain't getting lucky with me tonight."

Shit! Realization of what I said and what it meant set in.

I had meant to say, "I'm feeling great. I'm one lucky guy to be stuck in the elevator with you lovely ladies." So I turned around and tried to explain myself. The ladies busted out laughing, and one of them said, "I knew what you meant. But it was funny." They kept on laughing, and I finally quipped in, "Okay, I'll shut up now and take my foot out of my mouth."

Laughter ensued. My face felt really warm. Good thing I'll never see them again.

Hopefully.