Monday, April 28, 2014

In a bad relationship with a machine

You are a cruel elevator.  Just when I need you most, you leave me standing at the first floor, taunting me with all the other passengers you are carrying.  Once I get in the habit of taking the stairs again, there you will be, door open.  Cruel elevator.
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