UnpleasantlySexy

The floor-number indicator on one of our elevators at work is broken, so it isn't displaying the correct floor, and if you're below the 3rd floor, it won't display anything at all.

On the elevator today with a bunch of executive-y suit-wearin' types who thought the busted elevator thingy was just the funniest thing ever, my grasp on sanity grew ever more tenuous. They just would not shut up about it. Dumb jokes, pretending to be confused, fake business-laughing at EVERYTHING. Yecchhh...

I found myself wishing the doors would open to another dimension, rendering their executive-ness (and thus, their existence) impotent.

Then I drew this:


























I feel much better now.