This week I had to go out at work, which means coming every day half an hour earlier, opening everything, and leaving later, closing everything. But there are also departments where working hours start earlier than we do.
When I got to work early in the morning, I approached the elevator. There was a half-sleeping man around him. The elevator comes in, we rush without hurry... here the entrance door of the body with a threshold opens up, and to the elevator quickly runs an energetic woman of pre-retirement age with a loud cry: “Wait... wait for me...”. Here the man woke up from sleepiness and, he stood at the controller, stretched out his hand... to press the button to close the door. O O O O So, I think, the shit, the aunt may be late, and he?! But the man pulled his hand too slowly, the aunt managed to get to the elevator... and immediately stepped her finger into the button to keep the door open. First I waited for another lady, who, in fact, did not rush anywhere, then two more and more... In general, for 3 minutes in the open elevator on the first floor we stood. We would have been able to reach the last sixth floor at least three times and come back in that time.
This morning I’m dejave. Again a dark working morning, the body, the elevator, a sleepy man, a aunt with a scream, but today two fingers pulled to the door button and my finger turned faster. They left alone.