Roll On The Wrong Floor Laughing

(We are staying in a hotel for a night then boarding a plane. Mum comes through the door from the stairs.)

Mum: “I feel really bad.”

Me: “Why?”

Mum: “I got into a lift with a family, pressed our floor number, saw they were going down and not up and quickly got out again. But when I got out I saw that they were going up to my floor number. They’re probably cursing me right now.”