I was in the elevator on my way to a brunch appointment.
Next floor up, a couple walked in with a fancy three-wheeler stroller. A toddler sat snugly inside watching Peppa Pig on the mounted tablet. The stroller took up half the elevator’s space.
Up another floor, a family of five entered. Promptly lined themselves along the sides with their shopping bags, filling up every available space.
Next floor, a big tour group was waiting to enter. A guy holding a flag in the front of the group was issuing instructions in a foreign language.
Someone inside the elevator quickly closed the door, but it re-opened.
The big group insisted on squeezing their way in.
The elevator buzzed.
Overload.
Someone had to leave, but the last group in refused to budge.
So we waited; whilst Miss Unclear-On-The-Concept from the last group stabbed the “Close” button repeatedly. Duh!
I guessed that was when someone decided to let a fart ripped.
A big one.. with a full-bodied throttle.
A heady mix of gas from whatever-he-ate-over-the-weekend. Chokes!
Never seen so many people rushed out of an elevator in record time.
