I enjoy the morning as I walk into the elevator, giving the guy at the counter a hearty greeting. I never thought I would be working in such a big building, but here I am, heading for the fiftieth floor again.
"Hold the elevator?" I hear a voice say. A woman quickly turns the corner, barely making her way into the elevator behind you. I stop the door with my shoe so that she has a chance to get in. As one might imagine, no one really uses stairs in the building, so sometimes waiting for an elevator can take ages.
"Whew, thanks," said the woman, "I thought I'd missed it." She reaches out and taps one of the higher buttons, heading all the way up to the 75th floor.
"No problem. I'm happy to help," I tell her. The way up is usually pretty uneventful, so my eyes are drawn to her automatically as the doors close.
She sighs and leans against the elevator wall. The elevator starts on its way up, going very slowly. It takes a full 30 seconds before the elevator hits 2. As I looked,