Every morning for the last 5 months, as I leave my loft and head for the stairs, I hit the elevator button. It’s not that I really want to take the elevator, it’s just become a tradition of sorts and a bit of a fascination. I’ve vowed that if it’s ever there waiting for me, I’ll gladly ride it down. Thus far, I have only made the trip self-powered (with help, of course, from gravity).
Now this behavior is not very surprising nor interesting. In the morning, folks are headed out, not in. The elevator should be downstairs and is… every time. I always wonder though, does one of my neighbors continuously find the elevator oddly at the ready?
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