LOL, Don.

I had entered an elevator one day in Edmonton. It was in a fairly fancy hotel--the kind with bright red rugs and chaneleers/chandaliers/chandeleares/ lotsa hanging lights that look like candels/candals/ tapers, and the elevatorr had mirrors on all the walls. Wow! I pushed the button for the whatever floors and glanced around. My eyes were dwawn to the back of a guy's head, and I thought "Poor bugger's losing all his hair."

I got off at the next stop and left an empty elevator behind me. Ouch.