I got on the elevator at work today with six other people. Every single one of us pushed a different button for a different floor.
Weird.
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3 comments:
I had that today too! We stopped on 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 9, 10, 12, 13 (crowded elevator! and the person going to 12 got on at 5). For some reason no matter when I get on if someone else is in the elevator they are usually going to 7.
I was on the elevator a day or two later, and heard a girl talking about Elevator Bingo. If there are three buttons in a row pressed when you get on the elevator in the morning, it's guaranteed to be a good day. :)
Ah, good, now I have a new sign to look for that's not hearing a kookaburra sing.
I wonder if she actually calls out "Bingo"?
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