tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post112203698933486358..comments2009-01-06T22:28:25.524-05:00Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122121956642316902005-07-23T08:32:00.000-04:002005-07-23T08:32:00.000-04:00Didn't Pedro get stuck in one?Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122082930795232202005-07-22T21:42:00.000-04:002005-07-22T21:42:00.000-04:00There were two, and neither one worked. That's why the lady in the wheelchair left. That was really sad.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122081514499697602005-07-22T21:18:00.000-04:002005-07-22T21:18:00.000-04:00We had an elevator at school, but it never worked.Josehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05613328534880543616noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122062637994129602005-07-22T16:03:00.000-04:002005-07-22T16:03:00.000-04:00I'd never seen him before. He was probably a bike messenger who doesn't know much English.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122061530671531712005-07-22T15:45:00.000-04:002005-07-22T15:45:00.000-04:00Wasn't Joe was it?<BR/>You said strangers--and he's pretty strange.Henryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08822245578405594236noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122059090849613382005-07-22T15:04:00.000-04:002005-07-22T15:04:00.000-04:00This revelation explains a lot.NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122058130942573862005-07-22T14:48:00.000-04:002005-07-22T14:48:00.000-04:00Well, she used to call out "Watch out for the axe murderer in the closet!" as I walked down into our dark basement, so she's not completely innocent here.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122053097137864022005-07-22T13:24:00.000-04:002005-07-22T13:24:00.000-04:00Wow trinamick! Now I don't feel so bad that she made you clean toilets. LOL!NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122044313380456202005-07-22T10:58:00.000-04:002005-07-22T10:58:00.000-04:00Nice. Your mom would hate this elevator. It fits <I>maybe</I> four people. Skinny people. The doors get stuck from time to time and there's an outdated inspection sticker up in the corner.Johnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11614070072502213233noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122043251322811922005-07-22T10:40:00.000-04:002005-07-22T10:40:00.000-04:00My mother is claustrophobic in elevators, so I used to hold the door close button when we were trying to get off and tell her that the doors wouldn't open.<BR/><BR/>Good times, good times.trinamickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16425996576805444118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6145711.post-1122040228396331362005-07-22T09:50:00.000-04:002005-07-22T09:50:00.000-04:00Well, it worked in your favor though.NYPinTAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03098252725082332177noreply@blogger.com