Jan 18, 2007 23:41
In the elevator yesterday I struck up a conversation with the pleasant old man I occasionally run into in the morning when I get to work. We bonded over the pitiful state of said elevator, whose door squeaks terribly and doesn’t always open on the 6th floor. We have two elevators in the building, both old and in terrible condition, that have been the topic of many conversations I’ve had with random strangers. Apparently, as I learned from the pleasant old man, aside from being temperamental, our elevators also have names: Scream and Freefall. An irrelevant bit of information that made me chuckle as I was walking up the stairs to work this morning.
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