"thanks for the lift"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
Toronto, 2011.11.03
The elevators were on the blink today at the office, and the security guard was manually making them work with a key.
As we arose with two passengers aboard, I leaned past the other passenger and said the guard, "Thanks for the lift." and followed up with a fruity chortle.
He looked at me blankly. The other passenger rolled her eyes and shook her head.