I work in a high rise---nothing crazy like those in lovely Manhattan, but a good 31 floors. And lucky, lucky me: I work on one of the highest floors. So, day after day I get on the elevator with strangers and wait a gazillion stops it feels like, to get to my damn floor. I have gotten to the point that in the mornings I will wait until it's only me on the elevator or just me and one other person. And let me tell you, that takes some patience, but I am so sick (literally sometimes...I get motion sickness from the frequent stops) of stopping on floor after floor to finally get to mine.
I realize this is a pointless rant, but it had to be put out there. 'nuff said.
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