I have not been in an elevator in decades. Personally I would not want music in any elevator that I took. When I did ride an elevator everyday in the 1980's, I had a friend with a great sense of humor. In a full elevator he would ask me questions like "How did that guy who you hit crossing the street make out?" I would give him answer li…
I have not been in an elevator in decades. Personally I would not want music in any elevator that I took. When I did ride an elevator everyday in the 1980's, I had a friend with a great sense of humor. In a full elevator he would ask me questions like "How did that guy who you hit crossing the street make out?" I would give him answer like "Oh he's ok but will be on crutches for a while." Each time he would ask me a different question and I would reply in turn with a different answer.
That's great. My Dad, a career fighter pilot and Korean War POW was a truly funny person. One time when I was in high school we were on a trip somewhere and had to ride an elevator. The two of us managed to be the last to wedge into the full compartment where he was facing all of the other occupants. He cleared his throat to get their attention, faced the left side and hummed a low tone, the middle a higher tone, and the the right a still higher tone. He then raised his arms and let out a loud HMMMM. Everyone joined in at their appropriate level. Then we all laughed and my Dad and I stepped out. Amazing psychology going on there, and everyone involved had a good start to their day.
A friend and I would begin a conversation in a form of "pig Latin" (no offense to either party), and you see the confusion on people's face. Once, a man of Asian decent, asked us what language we were speaking? I said, "English." He said adamantly, "NO! I speal English, that is not English. The elevator stopped, we alighted.
I have not been in an elevator in decades. Personally I would not want music in any elevator that I took. When I did ride an elevator everyday in the 1980's, I had a friend with a great sense of humor. In a full elevator he would ask me questions like "How did that guy who you hit crossing the street make out?" I would give him answer like "Oh he's ok but will be on crutches for a while." Each time he would ask me a different question and I would reply in turn with a different answer.
That's great. My Dad, a career fighter pilot and Korean War POW was a truly funny person. One time when I was in high school we were on a trip somewhere and had to ride an elevator. The two of us managed to be the last to wedge into the full compartment where he was facing all of the other occupants. He cleared his throat to get their attention, faced the left side and hummed a low tone, the middle a higher tone, and the the right a still higher tone. He then raised his arms and let out a loud HMMMM. Everyone joined in at their appropriate level. Then we all laughed and my Dad and I stepped out. Amazing psychology going on there, and everyone involved had a good start to their day.
A friend and I would begin a conversation in a form of "pig Latin" (no offense to either party), and you see the confusion on people's face. Once, a man of Asian decent, asked us what language we were speaking? I said, "English." He said adamantly, "NO! I speal English, that is not English. The elevator stopped, we alighted.