#894 When the only other person going up in the elevator is going to same floor as you

lets-all-go-to-tenYou know how it is: you walk into the elevator, you press your button, and just as the door is about to fully close, a hand appears out of nowhere and pulls it back open. Then a stranger walks in and presses the same button you already pressed, going to the same floor you were already going. Now that’s luck, because after that brief ‘Are they following me?’ vibe passes, you get to zoom up the shaft at breakneck speed on a no-nonsense express ride to the top.


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9 thoughts on “#894 When the only other person going up in the elevator is going to same floor as you

  1. When I was a kid, my family stayed in a holiday “resort” (I’m sure there are classier joints, but it was a big deal to me!), which had an elevator for its 15-ish floors. Of course, this was the greatest novelty ever, so my sister and I naturally had to ride it to the top…. Then to the bottom… Then to the top… Then to the middle… Then a guy would get on, so we’d run out and get into the adjacent lift and do it all over again.

    …Now the thought of doing such a thing makes me nausous. 8P

  2. Yes! My last year in the dorms, we lived on the top floor … it would always irritate us when someone would get on and ride up to floor two. It’s penthouse or nothing on this ride, lazy friend. :)

  3. Where I work, we have this secret elevator. The building holds everything from lawyers to health care providers and we are a bank. Just a big building. The main elevators go all the way up, but the secret elevator is only for bank employees and it goes from first floor to the third floor. I use this one all the time. There’s hardly anyone ever in the elevator with me, but when there is, we are always going to the same floor. The second floor isn’t the bank’s. Just one and three even though we have access to the second floor.
    Now I’m rambling…..
    Speaking of elevators, I love the ones that go really fast. The ones that make my stomach jump a little.

  4. I work on the fourth floor. I get spoiled because I don’t have to stop on 2 or 3 very often. I’m with you Laura, I get a little peeved at the 2nd floor people. It’s not that high up. Bekah, so jealous! We’re moving to a brand new building after the first of the year. It’s only 3 stories and there won’t be any other businesses in the building. I can’t wait.

    The elevators in my current building are notorious for breaking down/holding people captive. It’s fun swapping elevator horror stories with fellow elevator survivors in our building – we’ve all got at least one. My worst experience was when the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor, but the doors didn’t open. Then the elevator started bouncing. This man’s eyes got really big and he said, “We all gonna die!”. Then he pried the doors open Superman style, and we all bailed out of the elevator and took the stairs.

  5. I’m not much for elevators since their mere existence suggests going up high…higher…which I abhor! Anything over 3-4 or so and I’m just not a happy camper and probably won’t be riding. Did I mention that I’m terrified of heights?! So, I am that idiot sometimes riding up to 2 or 3 just to get the elevator experience once in a while. If you ever see me going higher than that, call the cops, ’cause I’m not going willingly and must have been kidnapped!

  6. Elevators used to fascinate me when I was a kid. I was amazed by the fact that all I had to do was push a button, wait a while, and suddenly be on another floor! It was like magic. Once I went on an elevator with a little window in it, so you could see the inner guts of the elevator, and watch the gears move around and stuff. Someone should invent a glass elevator, so you can see everything.

  7. I live in my building since 1999, so it’s expected that I know everyone that lives here, principally in the same floor that I. I have to confess that I have already leave the elevator because someone that I have never seen before was there by my side just looking at me and waiting to arrive at the 11th floor! It’s embarrasse I know, but it’s true….
    In other hand I don’t care to share the elevator with someone, I am not like the others that think that this is a big deal, I just prefer the neighbors that say “hello”, “good morning” “good evening”, I mean, the polite ones.

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