Fun story:
I think I was at Ponyville Ciderfest 2015 to give this to Tabitha St. Germain
Friend and I were getting in the elevator and unknowingly (I swear) got in the same one as her
(We had often joked about getting on the same elevator and the goofy stuff she would do, and now it was actually happening)
She asks us what floor.
We say 8
Her: 8, my mental age
We all chuckle
She gets off on the third floor
We stop at every floor on our way up to 8 — nobody is getting on
Tabitha had pressed every button between 3 and 8 before she got off…