We have this lone elevator at work that is used both by patients going to the infusion clinic on the second floor and by staff with administrative offices on the other floors.
The elevator gets very packed at the start of the workday with staffers rushing to get to their offices and patients hurrying to be on time for their infusion treatments.
Once in a while people get into heated arguments on who gets priority boarding with the lone security guard intervening, to restore order.
Today was one such day.
In an elevator packed with 8 people (these elevators are really small, unlike the swanky ones Manhattan mega hospital-corporations have) an old lady insisted on riding along to the second floor so that she could make it to her appointment on time. No one budged. They were looking everywhere but at her; desperately hoping the doors would close ASAP.
Addressing me for I was THE front line and almost piling out of the elevator, she said, “I will be out soon anyway” and winked at me.
My defenses crumbled and I stepped off.