Yeah, one of those happened to me, too. It was bummin' some french queer in the Louvre. But when I did it, there were only four floors, y'see, and seeing as 6 million people visit every year, I wasn't too surprised when the elevator door opened on the next floor down. Luckily, I finished in those six seconds. But you want to hear a new one? I dunno, maybe me and Eva Herzegovina at the Olympics opening? She was blowing me as I did those donuts in the Ferrari. Beat that, you dirty Romans.
