Her: Whew.
Me: How are you?
Her: Man, I'm tired. I think I just fell asleep talking to somebody.
Me: Just now?
Her: No... You know, I don't like what they are doing with the keys.
Me: Yeah.
Her: Well, I'm not one of those kind, you know, them (points to the door of the elevator)... I've been here 56 years!
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