What's the square footage of an elevator? Four by four? Five by five?
So, if you're trying to have a private conversation, ain't gonna happen, right?
Here's a conversation I overheard one morning as I rode to the 7th floor:
She: You know how I know it's going to be a good day?
She (whispering): Two things happen before I get to my desk. I get to press the button on the elevator, and when I go to the ladies' room, the toilet seat is up and the water's still green from the cleaning crew. I get to be the first to use it. That's a good way to start a day.
(He and I exchange glances. I raise my eyebrows. He gives an embarrassed smile.)
I know what this toilet-seat joy means to her. It means you are the first set of buns to touch the seat since the cleaning crew swished the bowl and left the clean green water. It's a free ride on the B&O Railroad. You get to head straight to "Go," get out of paper-seat-cover-jail free and collect your 200 seconds of time saved.
But do you really think the cleaning crew WIPES the seat? I wanted to ask her and ruin her fantasy.
It's the little things in life that we need to keep us going. Little things in life, like green toilet water and elevator buttons.