Living on the fifth floor means using the elevator frequently. Going to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, going to class, going to work. And then again, coming back from all of these places. Each time you ride with someone, maybe someone you know, maybe someone you recognize, or perhaps even just a random person you’ve never seen before.
One day, a couple of my roommates were riding the elevator down to the first floor, heading out to get food. They got in and there was alrady another person in the elevator. Once the door closed, one of my roommates noticed that the fellow they got on with wasn’t wearing any shoes. She immediatly asked him about this, and his reply was that he forgot them. Just the other night, I got on the elevator holding my laptop. One boy on the elevator commented, “I like your laptop. It’s big.”
Every ride is interesting. People are frequently making odd remarks, carrying odd things, or just acting oddly. It certainly provides entertainment for the few minutes you spend in the elevator.
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