This happened years ago
and I’m surprised I never got around to telling this story before.
I once got into an
elevator at View Towers that was really packed, so much so that I couldn’t
reach the elevator buttons. I asked someone to press 2. Instead she pressed 12,
as I realized as we went past 2. I pointed out that we were going past the
floor. She laughed and went on for a bit about how she thought I had said “douze”.
Why she thought I was asking for a number in French I have no idea. I noticed that while she was having a good
laugh at her own expense (a healthy attitude for anyone to have to be sure), she
was doing nothing to correct her mistake. That I might still want out didn’t
seem to occur to her. Finally, still
unable to reach the buttons myself, I
said, “Press. The nearest. Floor.” That
finally spurred her to press 6. I
finally made it out, relieved to get out of the packed elevator and once again
in control of my destiny, or at least the next few minutes of it!
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