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We have a rogue lift in the building in which I work. Yesterday I got in on the eighth floor, pressed the button for the basement garage, and then thought, “Wait – I’m going to the coffee shop!” and quickly pressed 1.

It stopped on 5, opened its doors, and turned off all its buttons. Nobody was waiting on 5. It had apparently decided to stop there on its own. And it turned off the buttons for 1 and B – this was the final destination.

I pressed 1, and we continued down to the first floor. When I got back to the office, I mentioned it to the Australian fellow I sit near, and he said it sometimes refuses to go up to 8 or above. It won’t turn the buttons on, no matter how insistently you press them. You have to go up to 7 and then hit the buttons for the higher floors.

This morning I got into a different lift, and as I was rising up it occurred to me: the rogue lift is the TARDIS! It takes you where it wants to take you, ignores your pick of destination if it doesn’t think you should go there, and gets cranky if you give it contradictory instructions.

Too bad I didn’t think of this yesterday, or I would have got out on 5 and seen what I could see. :)


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Jul. 4th, 2008 11:33 pm (UTC)
Hee, Tardis elevators! Much nicer thought than faulty electronics.
Jul. 5th, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
Simple solution - bring a mallet to work. Bet the Aussie has one tucked away in his desk, most of us do ;)
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