The Elevator

Tim had just caught the elevator to the top floor, the eighth.  Along for the ride was a thirty-something woman he’d never met.  When she pressed “2,” Tim gave her a dirty look from behind.

“Seriously?” he’s thinking.  “You’re going up one stinkin’ floor and you can’t just take the stairs?”

She must have seen the look on his face in the reflective interior of the car.  It was the only thing he could figure, other than she read his mind, which he refused to believe.

What she did next was almost unbelievable … coming from an adult, anyway.  She turned, smiled mischievously, and pressed every button just as she got off.

Tim was speechless, which, by itself, was an accomplishment.

He never saw the woman again.