A lady, my mom, and I get in. We select the tenth and eleventh floors. Some dude rushes in and takes forever to find the floor he needs. Then, he selects the second floor. I curse under my breath.
Guy gets off the second floor. As the doors start to close....
Me:
Bwisit. Second floor nga lang, 'di pa nag-stairs. (Dammit. It's only the second floor, and he didn't take the stairs.)
