Late yesterday my brain was apparently running on autopilot—when I boarded the elevator bound for the 4th Floor. Except my brain was so used to going down to the basement, that is the button I pushed. Nothing happened so I pushed it a couple of more times before my brain re-engaged and I (finally) realized that the elevator knew it was on Floor B, but I did not...
Although slightly embarrassing—since there were "witnesses" to the incident, I soon found it quite amusing because it was, after all, so silly! That was when I shared it with everyone I talked to the rest of the evening.
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