I step into the elevator behind you, wait for you to press your floor.
You hit 6.
I pause for a moment, then hit 5.
I try hard not to smirk.
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2 comments:
HA HA HA..
That is easily the funniest, most ridiculous idea I've read all this week.
Good one!
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