Which way?

Hmmm...maybe living in a retirement village, even temporarily, is having an effect on me. Though I am OBVIOUSLY the youngest person around, it doesn't mean I have the lucid facilities I may need to get out of here!

On Monday morning, I got on the elevator from Dad's apartment (where I am staying) on the tenth floor. I punched the "close door" button, but forgot to push which floor I wanted, so I just sat there quietly, up in the air, with the door closed. Finally I realized that I was not moving, and punched the 1st floor button, but as soon as I pushed it, I realized I had forgotten something in the apartment, and had to go back! I tried to decide if I should ride down to the first floor and then go back up, or punch some intermediary button, get off, and wait for another elevator to go back up, or was there a way to delete the first floor button I had initiated. While I was debating, the elevator actually stopped on the third floor and opened to two little ladies waiting there. "Never mind," they stated, "we made a mistake. We actually want to go up."

"I want to go up, too!" I exclaimed cheerfully, "but I can't figure out how to unpunch the down button."

"Oh no, there's no way to unpunch it, but we may as well ride along with you." So they piled on, and we rode down in a comradely way. When we got to the first floor, the door opened, and a grumpy old man was standing there.

"We're going up!" We announced happily.

He looked at us as if we were all crazy. "You're going DOWN!" He pronounced decidedly. He got in, and indeed, we went down to the garage level, as we abashedly and helplessly stood by. As he got off the elevator, he shook his head and muttered to me, "You're ready to live here, now."