$ANVS I was in the lift of my workplace when a man rushed into the cabin just before the door closed. As he was standing there carching his breath, I realized it was Adam F. I politely asked him which floor he was going, but he stared at me and asked "what is the 95% confidence interval of the highest floor this lift can go?" I was like "huh?" but he kept staring at me menacingly while slowly nodding his bald head. Fortunately, the door opened and I finished the trip by stairs. Later that day, I saw him at the local Starbucks shouting at the girl at the counter that she made a type 1 error on his order. While she was redoing his coffee I saw him stuffing handfuls of sugar packets into his pockets.