How to take a joy ride in an elevator

You know how we sometimes feel uncomfortable in a crowded elevator? How people stare at their feet like they think they’re growing another foot? Or stare at the doors silently thinking, “Hurry up and open. Hurry up and open.” ?

If you are tired of elevator boredom, here are a few of my favorite ideas (from this list) to add a bit of wit to your day:

  • Sell Girl Scout cookies.
  • Shave.
  • Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator.
  • Bring a chair along (second favorite)
  • Do Tai Chi exercises. (On this one, you might have to ask others to stand back)
  • Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.
  • Start a sing-along.
  • Play the harmonica. (Nobody Knows the Trouble I’ve Seen comes to mind)
  • Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your “personal space.”
  • Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral. (for me, this comes in first)

 

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Or, you can always take the stairs.

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Daily th 2  said, “Try to be Witty. But don’t strain yourself in the process.”

 

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Carolyn Dennis-Willingham

Carolyn is the author of two published books – No Hill for a Stepper, 2001, and The Last Bordello, 2016. Her third novel, The Moonshine Thicket, is set in 1928 and is currently enduring a professional edit. When not on her laptop, she serves as a lap top for her grandchildren. She is a retired Early Childhood Specialist, a fitness boxer, artist, and a ball thrower for her ever-persistent mini Aussie. In addition to her blogging website, carolyndenniswillingham.com, you may find her on Facebook and Twitter.

5 thoughts on “How to take a joy ride in an elevator

  1. Yes but I have to do these sorts of things when I’m traveling alone with strangers in the elevator, because if I try anything (and I do mean ANYTHING) even slightly out of the ordinary (birdcalls, or sing-alongs, or…or…or…anything) while I’m in the company of My Beloved Sandra she gets all hissy about it & won’t talk to me the rest of the night.

    I do like the Tai Chi idea, though.

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