Not the Prom Queen

Going to lunch today, I get on a crowded elevator. I work in a high rise - to get to ground floor you must ride the elevator from the 50th floor to the first. The elevators doors close and I get a whiff of some vanilla perfume...blah...yuck! As the elevator begins to descend, three young women continue their conversation. Very loud, mind you. Two were prom queen types, very valley girl. The third was not only loud but obnoxious too. At that very moment I thought I hope this elevator doesn't stall...that would suck. It would be hell to be stuck in this elevator with these three women. Thank god the elevator reached the first floor.