It was afternoon. Lunch time. 4 people got into the lift at ground floor. One of them was me (big surprise, there :-P). Two others were my colleagues. We work in a software company located on the 5th floor of the building. The fourth person who got in, was headed for the 6th floor
The lift ascended and ascended, until it jarred to a gentle halt at the 4th floor. The door opened. We peered out. No one got out, of course. But then, no one got in either. No one was even standing outside the door of the lift. Then why had the lift halted at the 4th floor? Obviously, because some idiot had pressed the button for the lift and had then conveniently disappeared into thin air. This is a very usual happening on this floor. It is not really scary or disconcerting or anything. But it sure as hell is irritating (because - one is always eager and in a hurry to reach that god-forsaken hell-hole of a place we all so hate and try to avoid, a.k.a "the office").
As the lift door begins to close, the communal irritation erupts.
Colleague #1: "This always happens at this floor. Almost every day, they press the elevator button..."
Colleague #2: "Yes... even if the don't want to get in... What the heck, they enjoy it or something?"
Me: "Yes... they like pressing..." (double meaning definitely intended)
The 4th guy pitches in and says: "They are engineers..."
We all stop speaking... What does he mean by that?
"They are engineers (referring to the fact that the company on the 4th floor is a Technology firm). And yet they don't understand!?? How many times to tell them... the motor will eat up more energy every time you make it stop unnecessarily during the ascent or the descent... They just know how to press the button..."
By this time the lift had reached the 5th floor and the three of us tumbled out smiling to ourselves...
This guy definitely had a thing against engineers... So he vented out his vexation, hardly aware that he was doing so, standing in the midst of 3 engineers... :-P
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