Elevator Talk

Having just avoided getting smooshed by the closing elevator doors, a flustered blonde woman who resembled a shorter Cybill Shepherd told me that she was “just having one of those days.” She had a plum role in a sitcom as Cybill Shepherd’s daughter—flew out to L.A. for the audition and everything—but when Merrill Lynch pulled out as an advertiser, the network cancelled the show. “Something else will come along,” she said, exiting on the 16th floor for the audition studio. “Good luck,” I said.

Do strangers start conversations with you in elevators? They seem to seek me out.