Sometimes It’s Nice to Know You’re Not Alone
Don’t look at me like that. This is not a pathetic, pre-Valentine’s day single 20-something thing. Please.
I’m just interested to find that 98% of people, upon entering our elevator with a mirrored ceiling, will — like me — immediately look up and get lost in their own reflection.
So I’m not the only vain, narcissistic asshole with a Pavlovian response to reflective surfaces out there.