Three friends walk into an elevator.
Two strangers have walked in with them.
Five people in an elevator.
A dog whimpering sounds catches them by surprise.
Moaning fills the elevator air.
The awkward sound comes from a young man.
We are understanding humans,
retardation is not funny.
That morning, I painted my nails.
My skills of painting nails are on same level of a five year old.
I wave the mess I made of my nails, in my friends face.
We both laugh and
she calls me retarded.
It’s hard not to laugh.