(Photo credit: Philip Mason)
Yesterday, in the elevator, on my way up to see Darrell at the hospital, a woman with a staff ID badge was getting off at 3F (the elevator’s front door). When the door opened for her, she asked if I was getting also getting out.
I replied, “No, 3R.”
She pressed the 3R button again. The door didn’t open. 3F began closing. She hit another button to keep 3F open. She said 3R wouldn’t open.
I replied confidently, “Yes, it will.” From experience earlier that week, I knew 3R was not quite the same floor as 3F; it was a few feet higher. 3F needed to close to get to 3R.
With all of its buttons pressed, the elevator was confused and didn’t know what it was supposed to do.
Flustered and annoyed, the staff woman said, “Ma’am, that door won’t open. I have a woman I need to meet with.”
I wasn’t preventing her from leaving through 3F. In fact, I was hoping she would get out so that I could get to where I was going. I repeated, “Yes, it will.” The past two weeks have been filled with uncertainty, but I knew the door would open. Besides, why would there be a 3R button? I began wondering who the disabled one was.
Finally she surrendered and allowed 3F to close. The elevator continued up and 3R opened.
“How did you do that? I’ve never been up here,” she uttered in amazement.
Sometimes one door needs to close before another one will open!
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