I don't use the elevator at work unless moving freight. I didn't realize how many people did use it until this morning. Because the elevator was broken I had competition for the stairs.
How many flights will you walk up before you start thinking of using an elevator?
I won't ride an elevator with my husband because he likes to jump up and down inside one. I can't imagine this being good for the elevator. What is the oddest thing you can write about on a family oriented public forum you witnessed someone do in an elevator?
When I was working, I'd walk up 9 flights of stairs just because it was good exercise. If I was in a hurry for some reason, I'd use the elevator.
Now? Well, probably about 2 flights is all I'd want to try because of my age, my arthritic knees and sometimes I'm short of breath if I overdo.
Your husband sounds like a hoot!
My old dog (a very friendly but also very large Bullmastiff) got into an elevator by herself once and took off. I eventually found her in the reception of some kind of office. People seemed quite confused, but I apologized a lot and no one yelled at me. Apparently she had wondered around all over the office before I got there.
Alfred Hitchcock was a great practical joker and liked to have fun in elevators.
youtube.com/watch?v=PqXFtWSBBd4
I tend to use the stairs. Current situation in the uk, I wouldn’t be getting in a lift with anyone at the moment.
I once got trapped in a lift in Thailand. In between two weeks of sailing we had a weekend off the boat in a hotel, there was an almighty storm and we could see sparks from the overhead electric cables hanging from poles in the street - when the wind blew really hard, two cables would touch and boom! Well that should’ve been my cue not to get into an electrically driven box with doors I wasn’t in control of. I was probably only stuck for 15 minutes, but boy was it a long 15 minutes until the power came back on and I eventually got out. I can also fully attest that hitting the lift door with a sandal is completely ineffective as a possible means of egress.
The icing on the cake was that when I got out of the lift and went back to our room, after a week on a boat I then developed the worst case of land based sea sickness that you could imagine. It appeared that rather than owning it outright, I had only temporarily rented the expensive slap up meal that I had treated my wife and I to, and I got to enjoy the entire night on the bathroom floor whilst my wife slumbered gently in the bed I had paid $150 to hopefully enjoy too.
I worked in a building with both stairs and elevators. I regularly walked slowly up and down the 13 floors for exercise, especially during the period when I was quitting cigarettes. It helped improve my physical condition in various ways, especially lungs and legs.
I’m generally pretty sedentary in my old age. Not a lot of change from earlier years. The only time I climbed stairs was in my college dorms. Sophomore year my roommate and I lived on the top floor of an old 5-story dorm built in the 1920s. No elevator in sight. So going to class meant walking down 5 flights of stairs, then hiking up a long hill to the main campus which was roughly on a level with our dorm room. Going back to the room reversed the process. As a result, I was probably in the best shape of my life that year. Had there been an elevator though, I’d most assuredly have used it
back when i could still breath and was i some decent shape,, i would go to the local high school and do the steps on the home field side of the stadium... now i can't hardly do i set without being out of breath!!!
About that jumping up and down in elevators---------I recently saw a sign in a hotel elevator which read something like: jumping in the elevator can lock down the system---the nearest repair facility is over two hours away----we cannot get you out for any reason until they arrive---you WILL be evicted from this facility without refund----you WILL be charged for the very expensive service call!
This reminds me of a story I heard. An American and and Englishman were waiting to go up to their respective rooms in a hotel. The American stated quite loudly "Goddam, aren't these elevators a marvelous thing?" At which the Englishman replied "Ahh, that would be 'Lift'!"
The American looked at him and stated "Goddam, I ought to know what it is called. We invented the damn thing!" The Englishman"sniffed and replied "Yes, but we invented the language!
If you go to IBMA, always take the hotel elevator. You never know who you might meet!
There are no buildings round here high enough to have a lift/elevator. So it’s not a choice I have to think about.
Once when I was staying in a hotel in Dublin, I saw a bunch of drunk lads gluing poppy seeds to the buttons in an elevator...And when I asked what they were doing, they said “confusing the blind”...
Gave me a chuckle at the time!
Myself and a coworker were in a freight elevator that stuck between the third and fourth floor in the old Viscose building in Marcus Hook. We climbed on the roof and pried open the doors only to discover we were in a cyanide disposal facility rented by an oil company. We were the only ones on the floor that were not in protective suits and respirators. We left the floor by way of the steps quickly and lived to tell about it.
