IT WORKS

The lift stopped at Five on its way up from Four.
When the door opened she walked out and said, ‘is this Eight?’
‘No,’ I said, ‘it’s Six.’
‘I'm so keen to get to my floor, I don’t think,’ she said. ‘I’m always doing that.’
‘Easily done,’ I said.
The two of us.
It stopped at Seven and I said to the women waiting there, ‘going up,’ and she said, ‘you can get it on the way down.’
The two of us.
‘You keep your bike in your flat?’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘I’d like to leave it outside but you know...’
‘I leave mine in a cage and get it on the way out.’
‘Does that work?’
‘Oh yes,’ she said.