I live on the 10th floor of a high rise condo and the other day Karen and a few friends of ours were over, hanging out, grilling, and drinking. Well, as the afternoon progressed, K made plans to meet up with her future roommate for a night of partying and bonding but she was in no shape to drive so I volunteered to drive her to her future roommate's place. So we head over to the elevators to take to the L (lobby) level.
The elevator was already occupied by a lone gentleman when it finally made it to the 10th floor and the light for G level was lit. As K pressed the button for L she blurts out to no one in particular, "G Level? What's on the G level?"
The man, a complete stranger, but also my neighbor responds. "That's where the storage rooms are, the bike room and the back door."
To which she replies, "So, do you like to use the back door?"
#SKD