I’m thinking Random Encounters I Have With People On The Elevator may be a regular feature on this blog.
Today a guy in his late-20s or early-30s got on the elevator with me. He was holding a box shaped like a slice of pizza. As we were going up–just the two of us–he opens the box, shows me that it is in fact a slice of pizza, then takes a long deep sniff of it and shouts–in a voice above normal elevator volume–“PIZZA!” I gave a little smile, and then he got off the elevator.
It’s not as good as the old guy that wants to roll around in the grass naked, but it was still a bit bizarre.