I was not feeling very well today, so I decided to take a lift. Now, I cannot convey here how I feel about lifts. Let's say that I use them only as a last resort, even though I regularly have labs at seventh floor. It's a religious thing. So there I am, legs weary, the lift arrives with a DING!, I enter, there are two people already there. I reach out my hand as I try to remember where I have math so I can push the appropriate button, and then it happens. I realise that the math classroom is just on the first floor. I want to leave and take the stairs, I won't ride the lift just one floor. I turn back, but the door is slowly closing. It is too late to leave comfortably. It's over. My hope is dashed. I close my eyes, and prepare for the longest lift ride in my life...