NOT LIKE IT IS FOR US

The door opened right to left with a frustrated sigh, and there was one of the single women from above. The one didn't come to the meeting to protect the interests she'd thought she'd secured and lost the vote.
‘That was a sigh,’ I said, reaching out.
‘It’s taking so long,’ she said, laughing like it wasn’t funny, the length of time, the interruptions.
We stopped twice more on the way down, the second time, ‘This is typical,’ she said, ‘when you’re late, in a rush, you know?’
‘If I lived on this floor I’d use the stairs,’ I said. ‘I mean what’s the problem? Take a few flights be quicker than waiting.’
‘I know,’ she said. ‘It's not like it is for us.’