I happened to be in Rockefeller Center the other day, the sprawling lobby of which always gleams with Art Deco glam. I was about to board elevator "H" when a snappy little laddie, about 5-foot-5, in a fresh gray uniform, said "Don't get off at the first stop, sir. That's the lady's floor. Your stop is the second stop." He was so clean cut, so well-spoken and so perfectly, retro-ly dressed, it was like a elevator bank exchange from a 1930s movie. If I had given him a quarter, I'm sure his eyes would have gone wide and bright and he would have chirped, "Thanks, mister!"