I get in the elevator with a guy and his dog. I've seen him before. The elevator doors close. I wait, because I know something's coming. It doesn't take long. He says, "That's a gangsta handbag. Gangsta."
I nod my head. My handbag is kind of gangsta. It has silver studs.
I smile. The dog inches a little closer to me. The guy goes, "She likes the ladies." I pat the dog on the head.
I get out on my floor.
I just started reading Motherless Brooklyn by Jonathan Letham which is great. The hero has Tourettes. So on that day I figure out the guy in the elevator also has Tourettes.