As the elevator doors opened, he was the first person I could see. He didn't stand out massively, but for some reason my eyes were drawn to his faded brown suit. I swear - I'd seen him before. His old eyes looked enlarged through the thick lenses of his glasses and his hair was so silver it was virtually reflective.
He more stumbled than stepped out of the lift, due to the hectic commotion of the rest of the sardines in that can trying to get out and home from a long day's graft. As he regained his balance and composure, his head turned left and right. He soon realised he was on the wrong floor and, with just enough time, slid back on to the lift and continued his journey to the basement floor; the car park level.