Elevators are fun places.
Last week I was in a lift in my doctor's building, which I shared with a Hassidic boy and, I guess, his sister. She was wearing kind of dowdy clothes and it was pretty obvious that she was eyeballing mine i.e. short skirt, etc. She looked envious... and don't think I was misinterpreting because her brother started giving her sh*t in a major way, in Yiddish. Thing is, I understand Yiddish, so I was able to comprehend that he was calling me a "dirty whore", "filthy creature", among other not very nice things...

I too faced forward, didn't say a word, although I did feel like turning around and bouncing my knee off his matzah balls.