lazy elevator fiends
from time to time i write about my elevator woes. well it happened again my friends. what is it you might ask? me being pissed off on the elevator.
my building has about 40 floors. i am on one in the twenties (exactly floor left out for my protection from all of you, my raving fans my boss reading this blog and being able to string too many things together) and i get on at 2. the elevator starts to ascend until it stops at 10. a strapping young man gets on and rides to 12. are you kidding me ?!?!? walk up two floors.
so what is acceptable? answer the poll below.
jack @ 9:59 am on 8/23/07
how many elevators?
6 elevators, but damnit the only one that matters is the one that stops for me.
i work in a building with three floors. every single day i pass by people who not only have those little backpacks that you can roll (they really need luggage to come to work?) who take the elevator one floor. every day. it pisses me off so much. hate everyone.