Elevator

Today we went to the art museum in Denver. In one of the buildings, there is a large elevator used for carrying the art pieces up onto higher floors. On the walls of the elevator, there is this pattern that completely confuses my brain. If you look at it and then put your hand in front of it, it looks like your hand is further away than the wall, even though it is blocking your view of the wall. Gah! It's so weird!
Anyways, we (My mom, one of her friends, and I) were on the elevator, and some people came in. When the doors closed, a guy in a Ninja Turtles T-shirt remarked, "Well, we're never getting out," or something like that. He then turned to the girl next to him (whom I assume is his girlfriend because they were about the same age and looked very close) and asked, "Did I just say that out loud?"
When she answered yes, he looked very embarrassed, so I told him, "It's okay, we're all weird here."
Later when a lot more people had gotten on and the elevator was nearly full, He turned to the girl and said "OK, on the count of three, we jump." He started counting, and when he got to three, all three of us jumped. The entire elevator shook and there was a loud creaking noise. We looked around sheepishly, but I don't think anyone knew it was us.

So yeah. That happened. I never got either of their names. It was cool.