I inquired as he stepped into the elevator.
"Four, please" he said.
"What's on four?" I asked.
"Nothing" he replied.
I followed with "Nothing? How can that be?"
He responded in a low tone "my office" all the while looking at something that was stuck in the side mesh pocket of his gym bag.
I then saw what he was looking at....an unused Cub's Playoff ticket.
"Can you believe it?" I asked.
"Nope, another year that I didn't get to use them" was his response as he walked off the elevator at the fourth floor.
"There is always next year!" I shouted as the doors closed.
For us Cubs' fans....it has been a ridiculous ONE HUNDRED "next years"....
but whose counting?
frustration is so mounting