Jenny

Jenny storms into the elevator, with her phone glued to her ear. As she smacks the elevator button, she barks "Oh, it's your roommate who uploaded the video that's ruined my life? I want their fucking name right now, okay?"

Jenny continues to shout at one of her ex-lovers, ignoring my presence. Normally she stands prim and proper, not huddled in a corner raving like a maniac. Her hair, that's normally done up in a bun, is now a messy flow that reaches below her shoulders, and her formal way of speaking has devolved into a string of incoherent profanities.

God, this elevator trip cannot end soon enough.