One of the cool "tricks" the building has is the elevator speaks out the floor you've arrived at when the doors open.
I'm on the sixth floor, and everyday when I exit on my way to the office, a pleasant voice announces we've reached our destination by proclaiming "sixth floor."
This morning however, as the elevator reached my landing, the message was "sixth level."
Immediately, as I exited, I thought that was odd. "Doesn't it normally," I said in my mind "say "sixth floor?"
As soon as that thought crossed my mind I heard the elevator say "Floor. Going down."
Not only can my elevator talk it appears it can read minds. I need my coffee, stat!