i don't trust elevators.

especially the ones that grind their way slowly, creaking mournfully the whole way up, then pause dramatically - long enough that you start calculating the how much longer the oxygen will last - before jolting down half a foot and reluctantly stuttering open the doors.

today, one of those was pried halfway open by a sweating repairman who grunted against some mechanism while the elevator floor hovered a few feet up the shaft and the dark abyss of the lower floors gaped around his frame.

today, i think i'll take the stairs.