I had an appointment in some schmancy condo building in downtown Seattle, right at Pike Place Market. Outside of the elevator, someone had taped up a large sign that said, “ELEVATOR IS FOR RESIDENTS ONLY! ALL CONTRACTORS MUST USE STAIRS!” Lowly peasants carrying tools and supplies, you must not soil our carpeted elevator!

I couldn’t stop myself fron chuckling when I read that. Considering I was meeting someone living on the sixth floor, I took the fucking elevator.