"Um, is the elevator broken?"
"It's the old-fashioned kind. You have to open it manually."
"Oh, I see. Thanks! My daughter just moved in."
"Ah." (Poor girl.)
"So, where do you park around here?"
"There's a bike room in the basement, but I have a folding bike, so I just keep it in my closet." (That's half-true.)
"Huh? No, I meant, where do you park your car?"
"I don't have one."
"Oh, were you one of those people who sold your car last summer when gas got so expensive?"
"No, I haven't had a car since I was seventeen." (Quarter-true. I wonder whatever happened to Grandma's old K-car...)
"Oh, so you're one of those environmentalists responsible for the auto industry tanking!"
(Is that supposed to be funny?) "No, I'd have just bought an old K-car from someone's grandma anyway."
"Heh. What the---"
"You have to open the door again."
"Oh, right. Bye!"