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My apartment building, 4:30pm:

I’m in the elevator headed to the lobby. The elevator stops on the 23rd floor. I hear a woman say good-bye and a man say, “See you tonight,” as he rushes onto the elevator smelling of latex and baby oil. He says hello and I say the same.

We get to the lobby. The man exits the elevator and tells the doorman, “Hey, I’ve got a six-person limo coming pretty soon, but I’m gonna run across the street for a minute and have a beer. Can you just tell it to wait till I get back?”

Hey, buddy. Can we trade lives for a few hours?