Earlier today I stepped in the elevator with a middle aged gay male couple. They looked lost having followed me into the elevator from the lobby. I pushed 32 and then one of the men very hesitantly pushed 23, letting out a big sigh when the button lit up. The other guy (the non-button pusher) said to his partner that they needed to get "this" over as quickly as possible. I looked at both of them and grimaced telling them that it sounded like they weren't very much looking forward to going to see whomever they were going to see on the 23rd floor. The button pusher told me that they were going to visit his sister. That his sister was very self absorbed, and that she could suck the oxygen out of any room she entered. They would spend the next hour and a half listening to her go on and on and on about her exciting job as a banker, all the plays she had seen since their last visit at Christmas, and then all the many dates she had been on recently. She was active on several dating apps. The button pushing brother said his sister talked so much about herself that they needed an oxygen infusion after visiting her. He told me that his sister never asked questions about his partner or him. The elevator stopped on 23, and the door opened. I told the two guys to take a deep breath and enjoy the rest of their day. The laughed and wished me a good day. The elevator door closed, and I took a deep cleansing breath hoping I never ran into thar one man's sister in the elevator. I could be asphyxiated.
