More Elevator stories.

D*: What do you feel like eating?
Me: I dunno, I don't feel like chewing and I want something light.
D*: Me either. I'm too lazy to chew.
Me: Maybe soup or something?
D*: The soup Nutsy?
Me: No, that's really rich. I want something light.
D*: Hmm...well, it's soup!

The guy standing in the elevator chuckles at us and adds, "She's right, soup Nutsy is pretty rich."

How does the story end?
Simple. I'm always right! (Perhaps I'll elaborate on that later!)

*Name of the individual has been changed. =)