I love elevator scenes: neighbor: where you going with that blue jacket thing? me: to work out. neighbor: what kind of place do you work out wearing that? me: it's for BJJ and other forms of martial arts use them too. neighbor: yeah I know that. neighbor: so you do BJJ? me: yeah. neighbor: oh, I'll spar you. me: oh, you practice BJJ? neighbor: no, but I know TKD. me: errr, okay. neighbor: I'm a blackbelt. me: good. neighbor: *staring.* me: well I don't think that would be a good idea. neighbor: why not? me: because TKD won't help you when I put you to sleep. neighbor: yeah but I can kick and stuff. me: good, I'm a blackbelt in shotokan, I will sweep you on your head. [had to antagonize him] neighbor: I used to compete. me: so when do you want to spar? neighbor: ummm, I need to get in shape first. *door opens... THANK GOD. Guess the race. 50-1 odds this never happens.