I was waiting for an elevator in a small strange glass room. The elevator shaft was at the middle of the room. There were no walls or doors separating it from the room except for a box without a top, designed to protect people from the elevator.
The elevator arrived at the 8th floor, my floor. I realized I had to hop over the edge of the box to get into the elevator. But as I was halfway over the edge, the elevator shot back down to the ground floor.
I wondered about this out loud. Around the sides of the glass room there were several executives eating out of chinese food boxes, writing notes on paper, and chatting. I asked one woman executive when the elevator would arrive.
"Ha ha ha ha hahaha!" she laughed, a cackling evil laugh. "Those elevators are backed up for a week," referring to the fact that they would take a week to catch up with all the elevator button press commands they had been given.
