There’s a certain point when something working is actually more annoying than it being broken.
dang elevators! don’t even get me started.
love the post though, for making me feel like i wasn’t alone!
That other lady was probably pushing some button on the outside to keep the doors open and make you look crazy. Stoopid b*tch!
The worst thing is to maintain eye contact with the ones in the lift after a lift-malfunction 🙂
Elevators are the worst. At best, everyone is uncomfortable. Do we talk? Say hi? Comment on the weather? Or do we pretend that we don’t know that there’s someone there? Like we would on a subway train? And at worst, you find yourself being stared at because it appears that you don’t know how to work an elevator, because you hit the button fifteen times and almost got stuck in the door.
Sesame Street has been brought to you today by letters F and U, and the number 5.
Elevators terrify me slightly. I was in Leeds at the weekend and my friend and I stayed in a Premier Inn. The doors of their elevator would open when it still had about halfway to go until it was level with the platform. We named him Otis. It was a strange time.
Maybe it’s not just appearance. Perhaps elevators have the power to drive us mad.
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