Ever been adjusting your knickers in the lift when the doors opened unexpectedly?
Preening in the mirror, perhaps?
Standing in lingering odour?
Squealing about a lift failure?
Backed your junk into someone when making room?
I have done all of these things. Quelle horreur. I hope you can top it. Please say you can.
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