I was waiting for my coworker, Chet, to meet me in the hotel lobby so we could grab dinner at the neighboring restaurant. He arrived just as the elevator door opened to reveal a large family: parents about my age and four kids, maybe 10 years old and younger.
“Are you going down?” I asked.
“Yes, we are,” the mother replied, somewhat reluctantly.
“Good,” I answered cheerfully, “so are we.” Chet and I stepped into the elevator.
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