Is This Even the Right City?

A woman rushed into our office elevator and yelled, “Twenty-fifth floor! Quick!”

“There are only sixteen floors.”

“That can't be right. This is the First National Bank, isn't it?”

“No, it's an office building.”

“On Madison Avenue?”

“No. This is Pine Street.”

She stared at her paperwork, then looked up with genuine hope.

“Okay… but we're still in Chicago, right?”