The elevator doors slid open on the fifty-first floor, and George stepped in. There were already a few passengers, but plenty of room for more. George was not happy. He had just left an insurance company in the building. An agent there wrote him a check for the damage done to his car by a falling tree. But the check was not enough to restore his car to how it was before.
A short story about a man who can't handle being in a crowded elevator.