A Nice, Well-Dressed, Worldly, Sophisticated-looking Man, slightly older than I, looking me up and down, from head to toe, like a hungry cat sizing up a little birdie as it's next meal or plaything:
"I used to teach at the Art Institute. You are the kind of person I would often see in the elevator."
Me, lost in the funhouse of my own head, thinking to myself: "The Elevator Man?!"
