By Michael Wilkes on
11/9/2006
Parking on the level above where I entered the garage, I hoofed it into the elevator thinking about my meeting.
Why do I feel the freedom to ignore my surroundings and focus on my meeting? Because I have faith in the good sense of architects, builders and elevator designers to do the right thing…to act in my best interest and not make me learn a special system just for this building.
Silly me.
After the door closed, I was greeted by a typical panel of buttons. That’s when my trouble began.
I’m on the second floor, right? I drove in on the GROUND level (where cars typically travel in the real world) and I went up ONE level.
What level am I on, then? TWO, of course. Except in THIS elevator.
I glance at the buttons and, before pressing the ONE button, glance up at the floor indicator. It says “5.”
FIVE? I’m on level FIVE? But I only drove up ONE level from GROUND! How can this be FIVE?
Then I see it — the magic icon that is supposed...
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