I work for a fashion designer house company that has two floors. The elevator is branded, Otis. What a wonderful joy it would be to hear Otis Redding every time I go on it. A minute of his music is all I would need. Entering the elevator this morning, I asked another person getting on, "What floor would you like me to press?" Geez, there's only two floors! Lol I was half asleep. Yesterday, I was on this same huge electrical box that goes up and down. I always say hello to whoever is on the elevator with me, but then I stare at the floor, in a shy sorta way. Some lady had a pair of beautiful sandals on. The perfect combination of hot pink jewels and rhinestones applied. I complemented her sandals and she thanked me. Today, I get on the elevator again, and look at the floor. I see the cutest black Mary Jane shoes. I look up to complement her and it's the same lady. I had to tell her, "I love your taste in shoes!"