I work on the fourth floor of a six-story building. At six o’clock every night the elevators go into some wacky funky-logic mode. The two on the right will only travel between floors 6 – L (the Lobby) and the two on the left will only travel between the three underground parking levels and the Lobby. It is annoying as hell. You have to switch elevators. Granted: It’s not like ebola or mudslides. But still. C’mon. What’s the point?

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