Is it just me or does anyone else find a fascination with elevators.  Ok, that sounds crazy but when you really start to think about it this small room transports people up and down buildings so they don’t have to use the stairs.  Pretty cool that we can work and live 100’s of feet above the ground.

Did you know that elevators never have a button for floor 13?  Really?  Are the elevator people THAT superstition?  You would think there would be one rebel elevator designer who would go against the grain but I am yet to take a ride to the 13th.  Please post if you discover differently.

Why is it that when there is a group of people waiting to get on an elevator and the button has ALREADY been pushed someone HAS to come push the button again?  I’ve come to the conclusion that people get very impatient about waiting for the doors to open.  So they feel if they push the ALREADY glowing orange button it will let the elevator know that it needs to speed things up.  

I walked to the elevator just the other day and there was a gentleman waiting to get on.  But what I didn’t understand was there was an elevator with doors wide open right in front of him.  So I squeezed by and got on.  And of course the guy jumps on the elevator with me.  The first thing out of his mouth was, “Oh, the doors were open so I didn’t know if it worked.”  Huh?  I didn’t even know how to respond so I just said, “Yep.”  The entire elevator experience can really confuse people.

Or how about in a situation where someone has pushed the down button waiting for the elevator to arrive.  And when the elevator doors open but the light shows its going UP no one ever gets on.  Why is that?  Has everyone forgotten that the elevator is controlled by the people on the INSIDE of the elevator?  So if NO ONE is inside then no one has told the elevator where to go.  So step inside, push floor 1, and head down.

There is no better place to use one word phrases then in the elevator.  It’s the first day of the week, you get on the elevator with one other person and they say, “Muunday.”  To which you respond, “Yeah.”  And the conversation ends right there.  Or at the end of the week when you get on and someone blurts out, “Friiiday.”  If I’m ever wanting to know what day of the week it is I just take a ride to the 5th floor.

So the next time you’re in an elevator and you are hitting the ‘close door’ button very fast to shut it before someone else gets on, maybe you’ll remember why I had to post about the crazy little world of the elevator.

SB