elevatorology

humans and elevators make strange combos.

on my way to floor 13 this morning, i reached for the button to find 3 floors already lit.

there is something inexplicably and UTTERLY irksome about being the 4th stop in an elevator.

so this morning, I actually left the elevator i was in--i put my hand in the door as it was closing and got out. it felt weird...

but liberating.

i'm almost certain it took more time to wait for the next elevator, then make a stop at floor 12 for someone--but it was worth it!

i know i felt more at ease in this elevator situation than being the fourth stop. how silly!

eat them up, yum!!

Four out of maybe the last seven nights (that's a lot), I've come home to a building reeking of fish. Now don't get me wrong, fish are delish, but this smell is appalling not appealing.



Maybe it's those.
Or maybe it's the smell of Dean and Kyle tirelessly training goldfish in Gibsonia that has wafted down to Green Street.



Who knows?

Maybe Comet, the 'world's smartest fish' has some answers.