We were in the elevator since they had closed the down escalator for maintenance. So I waited patiently hugging a new pillow to my chest. The elevator doors sprung open and we piled in. I stood awkwardly at the front for a moment realizing that all the open spots at the elevator walls were taken. Eventually, I simply moved to the back.

Then someone pressed a button. I stared in anguish, a bit too far to correct the problem. Someone had pressed the B button, the last one in the elevator. And when we arrived, the nearly 10 of us, it was the basement of clothes. A few of us laughed awkwardly. Then a guy pressed 2. Probably the same guy that pressed B.

I muttered, “You might want to press G.” Like you know the one with the star. But I didn’t want to make a fuss and stood there in silence as we went to 2.

And so we arrived at 2. The second floor and I was slightly irked as I made my way to the cashier with my pillow down the escalator to ground floor.

But who knows pressing G might meant we would land in a supply closet? Seriously.