I work in a shopping center. I went out to smoke. A very nice guy runs into the parking lot on a Mercedes Cabriolet (my favorite means of transportation after a tank). We get with him in the elevator, both on the 4th floor... The elevator is fashionable, open, half-round glass behind which opens a stunning view of the shopping center, a fountain, behind the glass roof shines the sun, the beauty is shorter. We go... Time is short... Thinking never needs to attract attention! I say the first thing that comes to mind: What do you think if it breaks from foot to glass?
Oh, what beautiful round eyes he had! The elevator opened the doors and we quietly separated... The suspicion that something is wrong with me begins to stumble.