Random ABBA for the day

The last week or two, there's been a pan pipe guy busking in my subway station. He's really pretty good, has a guitar and a percussion guy backing him up. Usually playing things like "Sound of Silence" and "California Dreaming" - pretty, moody stuff. Today I heard him playing something familiar and couldn't put my finger on it.

Then it came to me.

"Dancing Queen".

Parallel officeverse

I went out for a 10 minute walk to get some feeling back into my feet (my lovely sandals are totally weather appropriate, but a little cold in my arctic office). When I got on the elevator to come back, I pressed 17, for my floor. The guy with me pressed 34. We got to 17, and I started to take a step out, and I realized that the carpet was blue. Our carpet is beige. I looked up - the elevator says it's 17. I looked out - I had no idea where I was, but it wasn't 17. The guy in the elevator looked at me funny. I explained that despite all indications to the contrary, that wasn't 17. We rode up to 34. It was indeed 34 and he got off. I rode back down to 17, visions of not being able to get back to my office because the elevator no longer goes there flashing through my brain. The doors opened. Beige carpet. Thank goodness.

So where the hell was I?