This other girl was saying that she used to be on time, but had started getting later recently. I said, "I can't judge, because I'm never on time. But I figure I'm 31 years old. It's not even worth trying to change, this late in my life."
They laughed saying, "At least you're honest!" Then we parted ways, two of them getting onto the elevator, and me going into the stairwell since my desk was just one floor down.
I came out of the stairwell to see the same two people getting off the elevator. They had also been going to the 4th floor, and were a bit embarrassed about it. J said he realized as the door was closing that they were about to see me again one floor down, but there was nothing he could do about it at that point.
I teased them cheerfully: "I have a sprained knee, and I still took the stairs down! You guys are wimps."
"Yeah, well...at least I'm punctual," J said in defense.