I'm in an elevator. The elevator is full of people, including this one short jock I remember from high school. I think his name was Craig, a little round-headed blonde guy, not somebody I particularly liked. He is wearing a blue jacket, rather like my Audio Precision fleece.

He's making some fun of me, and I'm not taking it very seriously, but then just as the elevator door is about to close, I push him out and he is shut outside. I think it a pretty good prank, but then I turn back to the inside of the elevator, and I notice that several other jock-types, also wearing the same blue jacket, have also left somehow, in solidarity with Craig.

Later I'm walking with several friends, wondering aloud if these guys are going to sneak up on my sometime and beat me up. Then I notice that one of the people to whom I am speaking is the same Craig, but this time without the blue jacket.