Mrs. Pynchon:
[
to a man in a crowded elevator who is smoking a cigar] Would you please put that thing out?
Man in elevator:
Whaddya own the elevator or something?
Mrs. Pynchon:
[
haughtily] The elevator, the building, the block!
Man in elevator:
Oh, well then you must own this, too.
[
hands her the burning cigar and steps off the elevator]
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