Earlier this afternoon I was on the elevator at work going up to the fourth floor. It stopped on the third floor to let someone off. A student in a smart-phone fog (he was staring intently at the screen of his smart phone and was not paying attention to what was going on around him) got on and absently pushed the button for the ground floor.
I smirked but said nothing. I started to but then decided not to say anything when it looked like he'd seen the "4" light on.
The elevator went on up and stopped at the fourth floor. I got off.
But then...so did the student.
As the elevator door closed, he looked around...confused to find himself on fourth floor.
Sigh...
I'm very proud of myself for managing to not burst out into laughter. I did grin, though. And, he saw me being amused at his predicament. Oh well.
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