Because I know everyone wants to hear about it.
Today I found myself on the 5th floor of the library, needing to go all the way down to the 1st.
Naturally, I opted to take the elevator and as I stood waiting, three more people walked up behind me.
When the elevator finally showed up I felt so smug asking each person which floor they needed. Two girls to the third floor and a boy going just one floor down.
Traveling the farthest on the elevator meant I was the least lazy and (I'm sure) everyone was jealous of me.
Which brings me to my next point:
I have some funny elevator stories in the library elevator.
Story#1: I get on the elevator one morning at the third floor. A boy got in behind me. I asked him which floor.
Me: "uh...." (we're on the third floor)
Boy: (looking flustered) "Uh...fifth! Uh...fourth! Ah I don't know, I'm just riding the elevator!!"
I got off the elevator at the next floor and ran away.
Story #2: (**Disclaimer-this specific elevator is way smaller than all the other ones)
I was a sophomore and new to the library. (Freshman year I was unaware that library or homework existed) I walked over to the elevator, pushed the button, the doors opened.
Already inside the elevator were two very obese girls (I just sat here for a while trying to think of a more polite way to put that. But for the sake of the story, it had to be said.)
I walk inside. The doors close.
I thought to myself that this elevator was smaller than most.
Then I said out loud, "Man, this elevator sure feels small doesn't it??"
Both girls sat on me. (Okay, fine, they didn't, but they looked like they wanted to.)
Lessons I have learned in the small elevator at the HBLL:
1. Do not make small talk in such an enclosed space where no one can hear you scream.
2. Don't ask over-stressed students where they are going next.
3. I was the winner of today's elevator competition.
4. Take the stairs.