I currently work on the 31st floor of a 32-story building. I spend too much time in elevators.
Today, I happened to be standing behind a guy whose t-shirt read, "Every minute I spend with you is the new best minute of my life." Gross.
At the end of another day, a woman told me and my colleague that she had brought "contraband" to work and opened her bag so we could see. After exchanging a look that neither of us really wanted to see this, she practically had it in our laps so we peeked and found a small dog. She said that the dog had been under her desk the whole day and no one knew. I guess she couldn't keep the secret to herself another minute.
Most of the trips are not that memorable. The fellow passengers are known to me as the woman who wears way too much perfume, or the guy that should have worn deodorant. There's one guy that always inserts himself into our conversations, but he's so nondescript that we can't remember what he looks like...until next thing we know, he's talking to us.
We're supposed to move to another building in March(ish). On the first floor. I can't wait.