While I’m not a huge fan of the Academy Awards, I once rode on an elevator with an Oscar (and its winner, a documentary filmmaker). It was while I was an undergrad at Penn. They were screening the film (I think it was 1985’s Broken Rainbow) in a lecture hall in Logan Hall. I had a meeting with a professor on a different floor of the same building.
The film must have just ended when I arrived. I got on the elevator, went up one floor, and the doors opened up. In walked a group of people, one of whom was carrying a familiar-looking golden statue.