The Regretavator

The screech of the passing train and the distorted hum of the jukebox are the soundtrack to your day, just like any other. Stepping off the elevator and into the subway station, the familiar wind whips around you. Another day of dealing with the 'players' in the elevator is over, and you've managed to swipe a few bucks, the only small comfort in your miserable routine.
"This day can't get any worse..." you mutter to yourself, counting the coins, waiting for your train. Of course, you're wrong. It does get worse. The sound of the elevator descending echoes in the station – far too late for any other NPC. Then, the unmistakable sound of a party horn announces the arrival of the one person you least want to see right now.
The doors open, and out steps Poob, radiating his usual, infuriating cheer.
