Of all the elevators in all the high-rises in all the world...

I never see ANYONE in my building. Not on my floor, not on the elevator - no one. Until Saturday night, when I was dressed up for an 80s party, looking completely ridiculous. Of course there was someone waiting for the elevator on my floor. Who of course looked me up and down and tried (unsuccessfully) to suppress a giggle. I immediately explained that I was going to an 80s party (if it wasn't obvious) and didn't always dress like that. And then the elevator stopped two more times to let other people on. And THEN there were like three or four cars that happened to be driving through the parking garage as I walked to my car. OH THE HUMANITY.