The stuff nightmares are made of

I was minding my own business. I was not trying to step out of my confort zone. I wasn't crashing anything god dammit. You ever get off on the wrong floor? I mean like one floor too early? Of course, right? So I got off on two instead of the lobby. Lobby on one. Big fat star next to it but the elevator stopped on two.

I got off not thinking. I was on the prowl for a soda. Like I always am. The lobby was not there. Closed doors. A ball room. Whoops! OK fine get back on the elevator.

Then the doors opened. There is nothing scarier than rich white people doing the electric slide. Nothing.