Elevator Down

Chicken timer rang. I set it for 30 minutes. Laundry is down. To the elevator. Button pressed; another bell. Doors open; Sarah. Long smile; long pause. How come no one talks on an elevator? Four floors left, and you stay silent. Here is your chance. Break the silence, effect the world, and rage against a standard. Pretty girl; two floors left. Ready? “Hi, I have a chicken timer.”