I am way convinced that the old, creepy elevator in my building-the one with 5 sides, 2 exits, and a tendency to blink V…V…V instead of telling you what floor you’re on-has it in for me. Two days in a row I’ve gotten on to go downstairs, and the door starts to close, slams at the midway point, and then slams open again. The coworker I’m going to
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