We have a new elevator here in the Old Folks’ Home. This one speaks, not flashing a light or sounding a dong-ding, so uncool.
It tells me “going up” or “going down” in a very sexy female voice. I ride this elevator constantly, love when it says, “going down.”
“Yes,” “yes,” I mutter, mood elevated.
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