Sunday, February 26, 2017
I had finished shelving a cart of books. So I wheeled my empty cart to the elevator and got in. My mind was racing, thinking of some blog post, or possibly re-working my upcoming liqueur budget with such a feverish intensity that it was a long while before I realized that I was just standing in an elevator, with the door closed, going absolutely nowhere.
"Hmph." I thought. And then I started to reach towards the buttons, and then I stopped.
And then I stood there some more.
Posted by Feldenstein Calypso at 6:30 AM
Labels: anecdote, psychology, shelving, short, tombs
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Do you think your time in the elevator would have been so productive if it had broken down and you were forced to stay? Is it that it provides a quiet place free of patrons and coworkers regardless of the circumstances or do you have to knowingly create that oasis?ReplyDelete
I find myself in need of a good cocktail involving tequila. Do you know of such a thing?
I don't know. I'd like to try the elevator breaking down with me inside just once, to see. It would be best on the way up, with a full cart of reading material to choose from.Delete
I'd have to look into tequila drinks, focused as I am on gin based ones. Though on the obvious end I think Margaritas are famous for a reason, just make sure you use fresh lime juice and a good enough orange liqueur like Cointreau or Grand Marnier. 2 parts tequila, one part Cointreau, one part fresh lime juice, shaken with ice, strained.
Oh please let me know how things turn out if you are ever (un?)fortunate to get stuck.Delete
I can't imagine not.Delete
LOL love this, sometimes I am standing there for a while then realize it is going nowhere because I have forgotten to push the button for the level I want to go to. Then I wonder if anyone will notice how long I stay in there for, it is nice and air-conditioned BTWReplyDelete
An air-conditioned elevator. Swanky. If we had air-conditioning, and maybe a stereo system, I'd be in there all day! I'd pack a lunch.Delete