We just had the first good rainstorm of the season. Very welcome, despite the high winds that accompanied it because, believe me, it’s been DRY around here.
I walked into the building where I work on Tuesday having been buffeted by wind and rain walking from the parking garage across the street and pushed the button for the elevator. I was happy because it was on the ground floor. Our building has the s l o w e s t elevator in the free world. If there were more than 4 floors in the building, you’d have to take your lunch along if you were going any higher.
So, stepped into the elevator and noticed a quite large wet spot on the carpet. Huh. I’m one of the first people to arrive at work and I thought it was odd that so many people had come before me that their dripping umbrellas had made such a spot. I pushed the button for the 3rd floor and heard what sounded like rain drops on the roof of the elevator car. Looking up, I saw that it was raining. In.the.elevator. This elevator is out of service a lot, the doors close several times before they really finally close more times than not and, as I said, it is incredibly s l o w. So, why was I surprised it was raining inside?
As it turns out, the high wind blew a panel off the roof and the rain was falling into the open atrium in the building and into the elevator shaft. Just a little while after I got off – it quit working altogether. And, it’s still not working and won’t be repaired until Friday. We can’t get our mail because the postperson won’t drag her bag up the stairs – can’t say as I blame her – but it’s hard for a law firm to have no mail service.
I’m leaving for Texas tomorrow to see my mother. Back on Monday night. Perhaps on Tuesday, we’ll have snow! In the elevator.
