the parking garage in little osaka color codes its different floors, so i think i remember yelling about how we were supposed to be on the green floor, not the yellow one. also, we were about to enter a terribly crowded little elevator [i hate being in crowded elevators. actually i dont really like being in elevators with even one other stranger, for that matter. my personal bubble reaches far beyond some vertical moving metal box.]

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