I was standing with a small crowd in the lobby waiting for one of the four elevators. There was a “ding” and a light flashed above the door of elevator one, signaling its arrival. We all turned to face the door and stepped forward — but not too close because there would be people inside wanting to get off.
The elvators doors opened. The young couple inside were indeed trying to get off, but not off the elevator. They leaped apart, which was a mistake since her shirt was completely unbuttoned and his watch band was tangled in her bra. She shrieked and hid behind him. He grabbed her bag and balanced it on the tent pole in his pants. “Ugh, where are we?” He asked the crowd at large. A man behind me answered, “Looks like you’re just short of home plate.”