Thursday, April 02, 2009

Please say you're not.

The building I work in has an office on a different floor from mine that has - by nature of what they do - lots of odd and/or old people wandering around. I meet them on the elevator, quite often with their walkers and so on. I'm ok with old people, so for the most part I don't mind the traffic.

You know what does worry me though? Getting on and having the following conversation:
Me: Hello. 3rd floor for me please.
Him: I need the 2nd. Could you see if I pressed the right button?
Me: Sure, no problem.
Him: Thanks. I have terrible vision. It's hell when I'm driving too.

WHAT?? I mean seriously, tell me that this guy got a ride. I mean, if you can't see the giant lit button that says "2", you shouldn't be behind the wheel.

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