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by Tom Pescatore
standing in the elevator. There were
three of us there. I was standing in the right
corner back against the fold
we were all wearing pants.
After we passed the second floor the
two other people huddled close. whispering
but I could hear them.
"See he has pants on," one said. we all had pants on.
"do you see?" one said. "Yes." the other said.
Their backs were turned to me. I looked
down at my pants. 'I am wearing pants,' I thought.
The elevator doors would not open. How many
floors had gone down. 'They're wearing pants, too." I thought.