i really don’t like them. they’re crutches for people who aren’t injured. it doesn’t make much sense to me to use an elevator to get somewhere when we are perfectly capable of getting there on our own.
yes, i know i work on the 17th floor of a building and we have the world’s fastest elevator. i actually had to press other buttons when i first started working there because i couldn’t handle how fast it went.
normally, i’d boycott elevators for the more natural version some like to call feet. however, i have a problem. i love to sleep. yes, i love it. yes, blah blah you can sleep when you are dead and all that crappy pants but i can’t help it. i love to sleep. now this is a problem. i can’t love to sleep and also get to work at a decent hour by hiking up 17 flights of stairs.
yes, this however, isn’t your problem. nope. it’s my problem.
i got stuck in the elevator today.
i hate elevators. they are boxes of nothingness bringing you up and down. i don’t get it. i really only get it because the person who must have invented it loved sleeping.