I ate my sandwich and then I was zoning out at my computer eating my yogurt when A. said, Are you coming to the meeting? Mad dash, half a yogurt left, luckily the elevator was pokey enough that I was able to finish it off. Did you know that the second elevator is so old that they can’t just order the replacement part, they have to have it machined from scratch? True story. Or maybe just a rumor I heard.