Random ridiculous moment at work

So they're repairing the freight elevator at work and have temporarily assigned one of our express elevators as freight-only. This, compounded with the fact that masses of old ladies are going to holiday lunches at the dining club on the top floor, means that the elevators are moving excruciatingly slowly.

I was coming back to the office with my lunch yesterday and had to wait with a huge group of people for the elevator. I knew most of them would be going to floors above mine and that I'd be shoved into the back behind them all, only to have to say, "Excuse me," and elbow my way out. As I stewed on this reality, the crowd around me gathered.

Finally, an elevator arrived. The rest of the crowd and I politely stood away for it to unload. And unload it did.

A drum corps filed out, dressed in full high-school marching band regalia. A drum corps complete with a bass drum strapped to a big kid, a set of quads, and a bunch of kids with snares.

My reaction wasn't, "What the hell are they doing here?" It was, "How the hell did they all fit into this elevator?"

It was like a clown car, I tell you.