Come One, Come All

Friday my elevator bank in my office building wasn't working. I had to take a seperate elevator bank and then walk up two flights to my floor. Thanks to the broken elevators and retarded repair men, two great things happened:
1 - Thanks to the stomach flu and nearly 36 hours of violent puking, this woman actually stopped me to tell me I had the smallest waistline she had ever seen... (note: please add random elevator lady to list of people i totally love ... also let's take a moment to thank the occassional stomach flu which always helps shed those couple of unwanted pounds.)
2- I totally met my best friends future husband. Actually I met like 10 possible future husbands. Elissa is always telling me that I need to get lost on the 3rd floor of my building because there are some really hot guys that work on that floor. .... Some? Some?? ..... No, let's try LOTS. There I was glowing from the afore mentioned compliment when a fleet (fleet!) of good looking guys came over to get into the elevator. After I picked my jaw up from the floor I decided that I seriously need to take my single girlfriends to that floor and just get lost up there.... you know, kind of drop them off and say I'll be back in a couple of hours. Seriously, any of you girls looking for a cute guy...send me an email and I'll point you in the right direction.