9:00 PM more or less on a Holy Saturday

 

I was on the elevator at 9:00 PM.  I went to pick up my Jenny from work.

Shortly after, I took this photo, two locals got on the elevator.  I groaned because I hate our 28 floor odyssey to be interrupted.  One of the locals was older and had a bicycle; the other, who was I presume his son, was a skinny punk with a cup of balls of something on a stick which he insisted on eating on the elevator. I want to be charitable to the locals and their gross ways, but I wish the guy with the bicycle had cupped his son in the head.  Ape boy!