So since when has it been alright to talk to me in the elevator?
Just because I am standing there, breathing, occupying the same closet size space as you does not mean that I want to strike up an inane conversation with you. Especially about work. Especially since you do not directly work with me and hence have no interesting thing to say to me which could in some way benefit or even interest me. Especially since you are wearing a t-shirt with a dragon on it, black tapered legged jeans, and a pair of tennis shoes with velcro.