I was late to work today because I had to take my son to the dentist. Our family dentist is in a Boston suburb much closer than where we live. By the time I took him there, drove him back to preschool, and drove in to Boston again, it was close to noon. One of the end results of this late arrival was that I had to park on the 7th floor of the parking garage. It's labeled 'P7'. I have never gone higher than 'P7', but I'm pretty sure that the next floor is called "International Space Station Maintenance Platform."
Taking the stairs down is no problem for a somewhat out of shape dad like me. However, when the day was over I decided to take the elevator to 'P7'. When the elevator opened, there was a sign taped to the wall that said something to the effect of:
Elevator Lighting Problems
Please use the stairwell.
If you must use it, do so with caution.
I wasn't exactly sure what "do so with caution" meant with regards to a lighting problem. If I were to take the elevator with such a issue, what possibly could I do that was cautious? Step lightly onto the elevator so as to ride unnoticed, pray to the elevator gods that I may see the light for 7 P's, or be prepared to change a light bulb on the way up?
I considered what could happen on my ride. The lights might go out? I suddenly had a vision of the lights going out and the elevator getting stuck. I got out of the elevator and decided to walk up the stairs. I need to do this more often, for these days it's the most exercise I get. P7 is actually 14 sets of stairs (okay, so I make it worse than it really is). It crossed my mind that I chose a potential heart attack over riding the elevator in the dark.
On P7 and with my heart now racing, I decided that were my daughter (22 months old) with me I definitely would have taken the elevator. If the lights were to go out, I believe that she would still find the emergency call button faster than I could say "No touching the big red button." And this time, unlike the last, I wouldn't even have to respond to a mystery voice asking "Can I help you?" with a "Sorry, that was my toddler calling to say hi."
1 comment:
That's just like the Red Line train Doug and I rode on Tuesday, except it was 200 people in a rolling metal box with no lights.
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