In the morning, I stood in the entrance, on the 9th floor, smoking. A man is 40 years old sitting in the elevator. From the 8th floor:
Oh there! Go on the eighth!
Take a taxi, not a taxi. The door closed, the elevator went.
Here is the case!
I am a goat? I’m right now on the eighth ride.
The elevator stops, the stairs top two pairs of legs :)