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Mornings

Here is a thing I do like 3 mornings a week:

At my office, we have a new automated elevator system.  You press your floor number on an exterior keypad, and it directs you to a specific elevator.


When it comes, you get in, and the floor is already lit up.  The buttons inside don't work, so you can't sneak on at the last minute.  Works great, as long as I remember which elevator I'm supposed to get in.


Thing is, when I leave my condo in the morning, pre-caffeine, I seem to forget where I am, so when the elevator comes, I get in and just stand there like an idiot.

Eventually,  I realize I'm not moving; occasionally, though, the elevator does move, but I don't notice that I am going UP instead of DOWN.  Then, someone gets in and sees I haven't pressed a floor, and they look at me funny.

Have I mentioned that I am not a morning person?

Happy Monday, all!
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