Elevators are a daily endurance. I prefer to take stairs when I can but they are so akward and creepy in my building. Sometimes you're alone and that is nice. Sometimes you're with a creep who seems really uncomfortable, as if I'm a vampire. Sometimes people are fine, nbd, whatever. Sometimes people are just friendly enough, and sometimes over friendly.
Constant vigilance.
But there is always the hope, the dream, the chance that you might get to be on an elevator with a Jimmy John's delivery boy (or something similar). They don't look like they fit in. They usually have really tight cut off shorts, or something similar. A messy do, and usually facial hair. It's cool, I love them.
They are a far cry from the men I'm used to seeing in the elevators, business suits with cowboy boots, ladies in ill fitting pants and a tupperwear container that has or had lunch in it.
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