Anyway, there are guys and they ride on top of the elevators and they hang out in it while it's suspended between two floors and they sit in front of it and tinker and so of course I chat with them as I'm waiting for the working elevator to arrive.
A couple weeks ago, I had to go do some embarrassing things in the bathroom. At work, if nature starts knocking on my backdoor, I always go to another floor, you know, so nobody knows me or my shoes. I took the stairs to the floor beneath my own. As I walked by my elevator repairman friend (to go in the bathroom he was stationed directly in front of), he said, "Aren't you on the wrong floor?"
Yah. Duh. Shut UP.
|DANGER. CAUTION. Elevator Repairman's about to bust you out.|
*I realized I have a few embarrassing elevator stories on the blog and here they all are for you, under a new label I like to call: 'elevators'.