This is another classic in the artform.
And it reminded me: have you ever entered an elevator, and your subconscious said you were all alone, and so you vented, and immediately realized No no no! Not alone! Tora! Tora! Tora!
And it stops on 25. Then it stops on 23. On and on, all the way down, ad nauseum. Literally. At least after the first stop you can catch the eye of any newcomers, and nod at the first person to get on after you, as if to say Fetid monkey. Can you believe a woman could smell like that?