the elevator door opens to a family that looks a little like the family from the showtime tv show "shameless." they're not nearly as attractive, of course, because they aren't on tv, but there's a certain resemblance. it looks like two grandparents and four grandkids, one young adult, two pre-teens and a baby.
"where are we goin'?" the first one out, one of the preteens, asks.
"right here," says the young adult, pointing to the platform.
"oh my god, there is snot coming out of my nose," the first one exclaims, not more than six inches from me.
"yeah?" grandpa asks. "you should see the drool running down your sister's back," he quips as grandma rolls his wheelchair into place. the other pre-teen is holding the baby up on her shoulder.
"ewwww," the first one intones.
"that's not drool," the young adult notices as she wipes the dripping substance from the baby's nose.