I have long been obsessed with elevators. I fantasize about being stuck in them fairly often and seriously check out who I'm riding with every time (just in case). Sometimes I make chit-chat and sometimes it's a waiting game. Uncomfortable silences in which too many people are feeling their comfort zones violated and everyone is foolishly staring at the numbers as they blink on and off...not pleasant.
I wish the following would happen to me:
"The craziest thing happened to me today: while leaving work, I edged into a crowed elevator and heard a man offer that, as we all just had moments together, we should have a little party. He then started singing "Puff the Magic Dragon" and insisted that we all sing along. It was only then that I turned to see that he was Peter Yarrow of Peter, Paul & Mary! So of course we all sang along. Around fifteen of us got to end our day singing "Puff" in a crowded elevator with Peter Yarrow!" - Hither and Thither
I think next time I'm on an elevator I'll take a poll.