So this week’s Dustinland really did happen. Not the slapping part, but the girl on the elevator. I would like to emphasize that in addition to nothing being spilled beyond a few drops – none of which landed on any clothing to my knowledge – this all took place around 9:00 am. So this was first thing in the morning, and I hadn’t spoken one word to anyone all day, besides maybe a whispered goodbye to my wife. And, hey, it’s hard to get those first few words out when you’re still all groggy. I think an audible whoops was pretty good, considering the situation. Now, perhaps the girl in question (I have never seen her before or since the ass-calling incident) had a horrible morning commute and was extra grumpy because of it, although I find that hard to believe since we were in the office at 9:00. Anyway, regardless of all this, it’s pretty clear she had no right to call me an ass, even if I should have said sorry instead of whoops. Thankfully I held back the “Go fuck yourself” that popped into my mind, in order to avoid another awkward incident like the one I got into at my old job where I wound up in a cursing match with two security guards.