July 11, 2000

   by indavis <>

Once again, I am attending a class in downtown L.A., which means that I am spending my week 110 feet off of street level. That's right, I am on the 11th floor. Since I am smack dab in the middle of earthquake country, that has me just a little nervous. But that's not what I am writing about today. I have to ride the elevator for what seems like an hour. This scenario has happened twice in the last two days:

I get on the elevator as the lone rider (mask not included). I punch the 11 button and proceed upward. Somewhere about the 4th floor, the elevator stops to let someone on. This person then pushes the button for the very next floor. So now I am stopping on 5. After this person gets off, I proceed back on my way to the 11th. Then without warning, the elevator stops on floor 6. Someone again gets on and pushes the button for 7.

What the hell is wrong with these people? For pete's sake, are the damn stairs broken? Burn a calorie! Even I would walk the stairs for one floor. Why do I have to spend an hour stopping at every floor in the building because these morons will not use the stairs? If it wouldn't give me total heart failure climbing 11 floors, I would just use them myself. Evidently they can't be too crowded.

Pfft! on elevators, and the 11th floor.

Published: July 12, 2000
Editor: robin

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