They’re Everywhere:

In the elevator on my way to lunch, I think I’m hearing voices. Maybe it’s someone in the next elevator over on their cellphone? A Borrower trapped in the wall? I keep hearing the tiny, tinny “Hello? Hello?”

On a whim, I open the little emergency phone box on the wall and feeling foolish, say “Hello?”

“Hello! This is Matt with MCI, calling to offer you better night and weekend service—”

I started to laugh.

“Dude,” I said, “you’re calling an elevator.”

He went right on with his sales pitch, unfazed, until I hit the disconnect button.