
rome is many things, but elevator-friendly is not one of them. to reach the 5th floor of our building, 4 bags and 3 people had to manually open 2 doors for 1 ride in a 1/2 sized phonebooth that traveled at 1/3 the speed of small town news... but that was just the beginning of my complaints...
riding down by myself, the elevator stopped to picked up an elder-granny. not knowing cramped-elevator-etiquette, i scrunched against the corner. she jibbered away. i pointed up and down (trying to explain elevators through her senility) and then I motioned that I was going DOWN. she jibbered more. i pointed down again, frustrated with her elementary understanding of motion. she just kept jabbering....
unable to take it anymore, i left the elevator figuring i could walk the remaining couple flights.... only to realize we were on the ground level and that i had just wasted 2 minutes of her soon-to-terminate life....
Posted by steveh at June 4, 2007 10:33 PMKnow Where You Are
She saw with just one glance
Another tourist in telling pants
Out of time and in that space
Pointing rudely to her face.
Silly man, she had to frown
"I want up, yet he wants down.
This lift will do for him no more
For we are both at ground floor."
Still, he tried to berate her
For being in HIS elevator!