An elevator in my office building is being repaired. There are still three others to serve the escalation needs of workers between the 10th and 33rd floors. But the transition has not been without its, well, ups and downs.
Like many buildings in the financial district that pretend to be high-security, mine requires elevator patrons to scan ID cards before selecting a floor. Unless you ride the slowest elevator. That one is a free-for-all, if you have the patience. And you know who has patience? Psychopaths and deranged ex-employees...
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