The Husband and I normally get out of the house early enough to avoid the crazy crush of humanity that leaves our apartment building at rush hour, but this morning we were late. We left our apartment at 9:05 but did not actually leave the apartment building until 9:25. Twenty minutes, seventeen floors. Next time I am taking the stairs.
This tidbit of conversation happened in the elevator on or around the 6th floor:
Guy #1: (must be new, or, like us, slept in for the first time) Is it always like this?
Guy #2: Yeah. I usually try and leave earlier so I miss this.
Guy #1: Seriously. It's like the local!
Subway jokes are never not funny.
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