Last week, I entered an elevator car where two people were having a very gorey discussion. "Aw man, there were guts everywhere," one young man said to the other. "It was awesome."
I'm hoping that they were talking about a movie, a video game, or something that didn't involve animals of any kind, human or otherwise. If not, there are some real psychopaths working in my building.
Friday morning, I walked into a conversation that had started outside the elevator and walked on with me. I guess I was just tuning out the usual chit-chat, but as I prepared to leave the elevator at my floor, my ears couldn't help but perk up when I heard: "But the chef is finally out of jail."
Now that's a story I'd have liked to hear.