My One Lame Steve Story

1 · · Oct. 5, 2011, 7 a.m.
I am at work, heading to a meeting, walking down an empty hallway. As I reach the end, the door opens from the other side, and Steve enters, looking down intently at his iPhone. I step aside so he can pass, but he stops right in the middle of the doorway. He doesn't see me. I wait. He pokes at his phone. I nervously shuffle my feet. He still is just standing there. Do I dare clear my throat? Five seconds of eternity go by. At last he looks up and realizes I've been waiting for him. "Hi," he s...