I was alone in the elevator when a voice came on the inter-
com and asked if any lights on the control panel were lit.
The elevator’s computer was having problems, the voice ex-
plained.
As I was replying, a man stepped in and I could see from
the expression on his face that he thought I was talking
to myself. I told him that I was speaking to the intercom,
but, to my dismay, the device remained silent. “Come on,”
I pleaded into the speaker. “This guy thinks I’m crazy.” No
response.
We reached the man’s floor and he exited. But just as the
door closed, a hearty laugh came over the intercom. “Did he
get off?” the voice asked. “I’m sorry, but I just couldn’t
resist!”