I press the lift button with the key, the lift opens.
Inside the lift button, the key is also pressed.
And there were all those buttons as if the key was really for them.
Then my husband and I went up to us in the elevator.
WOOOOOOOOT is. He asks why I press the keys.
The elevator is paid. Neighbors began to argue 1-3 floors that the elevator is not used, and a fee is charged. Then the neighbors-athletes of the upper floors were excited that they also do not use it, and the floor here is not an indicator.
Therefore, the home administration solved the problem by means of keys: at the beginning of the month you throw a penny, during the month it is removed for each trip especially fun at the end of the month, when the aunt with bags are crushed on the 1st floor stacks and ride on 1 key, so the baby has no one.
I joke and safely forgot.
A month later comes this same comrade to visit us, Dima opened the door, meets. And that is not and not, and the man is so fat, in 5 minutes he climbs the stairs.
The smoke:
I’m waiting for you in the elevator and you’re an athlete.
The relative:
and ah! In the elevator! On your pay! I have been walking to you for 2 weeks!
The smoke:
Yippidy yi yippity yay.