The big difference, though, is that very few elevators here have internal doors. I've ridden in enough cargo elevators in my day not to be completely freaked out by the wall of the elevator shaft whizzing past me as the elevator goes up, but it's still a little strange. And it obviously leads to certain horrifying potentials that an internal door would eliminate. Every one of these elevators has one of these little signs, and let me tell you, they just get worse the more I look at them. What a way to go…
Saturday, February 9, 2008
Don't take that elevator!
You know, it's the little things that take the most getting used to. Like elevators, for example. Sure, there are elevators all over the place here, but they're, I don't know, different. For one thing, most of them don't have any memory. You hit a button, and they go where you want them to, but if you hit another button in the meantime? Nothing. Or you're waiting for an elevator and you press a call button, but someone's already using the elevator, so the button doesn't even light up. You have to wait until it's done with what it's doing, and then you can call it. Is this really important in my life? No, but I spend a lot of time ruminating about it nonetheless as I wait for elevators.