"Come in, madam." A lady came into the elevator carrying an enormous shopping bag. "I need a coffee pot..." she said firmly, "a whatchamacallit, a percolator."
"Fifth floor, madam," said Abel. He closed the glass door of the elevator and thought for a second.
Everyone wanted to go to the fifth floor except Laura, who didn't mind where she went, as long as it was up. He should just press the button for the fifth floor. But that small, pearly green button right at the top... what would happen if he pressed that instead? Would they go up to an attic or something?
"Hurry up," said the man with the fur collar, "we're not going to wait here all day, are we?"

Downstairs in the needlework department a tremendous cheer went up. Someone must have won the doll. Abel reached up and pressed the top button, the one that wasn't supposed to do anything.
The elevator jolted and shot up. Laura gasped and felt a nasty sinking feeling in her stomach. Through the glass door she saw the second floor shoot past, then the third, then the fourth, then the fifth...