Ten Steps

I can’t even pretend to understand it.

Okay, I can… but still, it frustrates me to no end.

I work on floor six of an eight-story building. Six floors, I dare to say, is a reasonable amount of floors to take the elevator. So is floor three, in my opinion.

But those poor people on floor two. They have 10 whole steps to climb from the bottom of the building to their floor. Ten freaking steps.

Plenty of people in my building use the stairs. I’m one of them on occasion. But never, ever will you see someone on the second floor use those stairs.

I’m never *not* in an elevator with a person from the second floor. In the morning, there’s always one person who gets into the elevator for the second floor. On my way down, we always stop on the second floor to pick someone up. During the elevator’s busiest times or its slowest times, we have to stop on the second floor.

It’s 10 freaking steps!

Residents of the second floor— you should know everyone else in the building mocks you relentlessly. We all collectively groan when the flashing light stops on Two… and that group eyeroll you see when you go to get on? Yes. That was for you.

Ten steps people. Ten steps.