Going Up.

My room is on the 9th floor of the hotel.  I got in the elevator today, which happens to be one of the slowest elevators i have ever ridden.  It's the type of elevator that stops at a floor, seems to suspend for a minute, then climbs that last inch, only to wait for another minute before releasing its prisoners.  Someone got off at the 3rd floor.  A couple started to enter.  "Going up?" i asked.  "Oh no."  They stopped in the way that people do when the stop is so sudden that their momentum makes them lose their balance and tip forward slightly.  The backed out of the elevator to wait.

As soon as the doors closed i realized what i should have done:

A couple entered the elevator.  I knew they were going down, but i was going up.  All the way to the top floor.  They were chatting and not paying attention.  There would not have recognized that this was an "Up" elevator.  I watched them enter the elevator nonchalantly.  I said nothing as the doors closed.  But when those doors touched.  I immediately looked at them and started laughing aloud.  The elevator slowly started to ascend.  Slowly.

Elevator Art (see more here)

And what if i had let one go as i walked out?  Some people apparently don't appreciate it, but i find it absolutely hilarious.

Beware olfacto-claustrophobes.