Elevators

I hate stairs. I was never great at the activity of using them, they always feel like an unnecessary risk, and they aren’t fun. I’ve spent much time in my life waiting for elevators to arrive. I’ve also learned to listen very well while taking an elevator: does the door squeak? Is it well balanced? I always look for the sticker stating the last routine checkup. I’ve also gotten pretty good at locating elevators.

A few days ago I was in a tour and couldn’t find an elevator. So I asked, and not only did I get an answer, but I got escorted to it. The nice receptionist pushed the button for me, went with me to the right floor, and made sure I met with my group again. Let me tell you, it’s much better waiting for an elevator with someone by your side.