When I got on the elevator, there was a little girl with her parents. The little girl stared at me, then whispered, "Mommy, there's a lady." The mother didn't respond. I kept staring at the doors. The little girl, thinking her mother especially stupid, whispered again, "Mommy. There's a lady in the elevator with us." Silence. "Mommy! There's a ...."
"Yes, dear. That's a lady."
Floor 3. Floor 2.
"Thank you for calling me a lady!" Her parents laughed, but the little girl looked as shocked as if I were a pangolin telling David Attenborough, "You're dang right I'm a mammal!"