For Your Safety
(Relevant to my lifelong fascination with elevators and their quirks....)
Michael presses the 11 button. It lights up, and then about a half a second later it goes dark.
I press the 11 button. It stays lit.
"That was weird," he says. "It likes you better."
"I think it's telling you that you shouldn't be at work today."
"You think I . . . I should just turn around and go home?" he asks.
"Oh definitely. For your own safety. Before something else happens."
"For the safety of myself and those around me."
Michael presses the 11 button. It lights up, and then about a half a second later it goes dark.
I press the 11 button. It stays lit.
"That was weird," he says. "It likes you better."
"I think it's telling you that you shouldn't be at work today."
"You think I . . . I should just turn around and go home?" he asks.
"Oh definitely. For your own safety. Before something else happens."
"For the safety of myself and those around me."