I'll Admit that I

I have an irrational fear that if I ever enter an elevator that some important item ( like my keys, phone, money, etc.) will fall down the crack between the building floor and the elevator door, rendering me totally f'ed.  In reality, this has never and probably will never happen, but the shot of anxiety I got because it could happen is enough to keep me living in fear.

I'll Admit that I...

In the interest of keeping it real, I'll admit that I look at myself my reflection every morning in this window near the entrance to the building I work in... and if that makes me vain, then I don't want to be un-vain.