The Elevator Times

Just now on the way up from the laundry room, I held the elevator for a couple of weirdos.

“Laundry day, eh?” said the girl, looking at the basket I held in my hands.
“Yep… best day of the week,” I mused.
“Yeaaaah!” said the girl. “Get ya clean clothes, go out ‘n party??”
“…you got it.”

My neighbours know me so well.