Parker blinked. What a question. "The elevator? Uh," he nodded to the bags of recycling on either side of him, a few cans seeming ready to topple over at the elevators lurking, almost as if to prove a point. "More than I wanted to take down ten flights of stairs. Figured I'd be spending just as much time picking them up and not trying to break my neck than I would waiting for this thing."
Elevators were, in a general sense, evil. They were always slow, and doubly so when you were in a rush, so Parker had little reaction to the elevator suddenly changing directions without warning. It wasn't as if he had to be anywhere any time soon, so he was content to wait and just get there eventually. "I'm Parker, by the way--I just moved in downstairs," he added, extending a hand. It seemed like you had to pull teeth in this building just to get a name.