they were older, plumper women. one was swaying, bellowing "oh, lawd. oh, lawd."
we stopped on the fourth floor to pick up a giant, deep-freeze looking thing with the word "flammable" marked prominently on the side.
the skull and crossbones just reminded me how much i hate elevators.
when we got to the sixth floor, i bumped the oh lawd lady out of my way, pushing her hips back over closer to the flammable cargo. and escaped.