HEAD DOODLING BACK:
I pushed on the button to go up.
And the lift doors proceeded to close.
I pushed on a button to hold for a man -
And the doors almost took off his nose.
The look on his face told the story:
He thought me exceedingly rude.
Slamming the doors in his face, just like that:
I've got myself some attitude.
And I thought: Clearly, I'm icon challenged.
And all-thumbs with all-arrows, god knows.
But I do try to hit the "hold" arrow, I swear . . .
Before pushing the arrow to "close".
So . . . let me just say: mea culpa,
And offer to share half the blame.
For I meant no offense, sir.
And in my defense, sir:
← ↓ → ↕ ↵ ↑← ↓ → ↕ ↵ ↑↓ →
Those icons are really a pain.
Sometimes I go up, when I want to go down.
Sometimes, I resort to the stairs.
The floors I have been to! The people I’ve seen!
It’s a pitiful state of affairs.
photo: Elevator Iconlexia (pictured is the elevator in the Vancouver Marine Building) - W. Bourke
© 2011 Wendy Bourke