Musings on life and raising awareness against heart disease and stroke.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
I love it when...
I love it when: I push the elevator button & it's all lit up & ready to roll, then...someone will come up behind me & push the button again hard, many times. As if I didn't push the button hard enough.
Or! Or! When you've just gotten on the elevator (to go down) and pressed your floor, the doors start to close, and then someone being impatient outside (who wants to go up, by the way) pushes the outside button and the doors open again and clears all the floors that anyone has pushed. Repeat several times. With German and Italian tourists.
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Or! Or! When you've just gotten on the elevator (to go down) and pressed your floor, the doors start to close, and then someone being impatient outside (who wants to go up, by the way) pushes the outside button and the doors open again and clears all the floors that anyone has pushed. Repeat several times. With German and Italian tourists.
Or maybe that only happens at the museum...
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