A Big Building Experience
I took an elevator downstairs for my late lunch today and walked to the front lobby. I was bundling up to hit the street when I discovered that I was missing a glove. I saw no gloves on the floor nearby, so I carded myself back into the building and retraced my steps, checking my pockets. Realizing where I must have dropped the glove, I could think of no better solution than to wait for the arrival of each of the eight elevators that I might have taken. Each time a pair of doors opened I stuck my head inside to check, no doubt looking for all the world like I had found the elevator lacking in some way as I backed out through the boarding passengers.
It worked though. I think it was the sixth elevator I checked.