The Contents of Greg Ingersoll's Brain

I categorized this under Sports for lack of a better place to put it. Fitness might be a better word. To the point:

I ride the elevator up in the morning. I figure that I get plenty of exercise outside of the office, I’m carrying a laptop bag and usually a cup of coffee, and I have to go from G to 4. Especially in the summer, the stairwell is always hot, and I don’t like starting the day feeling clammy and winded.

This isn’t about me.

I stepped into the elevator this morning, and saw a woman coming through the door to building. I decided to hold the elevator because it would be the right thing to do even if this wasn’t the slowest elevator on the planet. She stepped into the elevator—not carrying anything, not obviously injured, or anything else—and proceeded to press the button labeled 1. In the slowest elevator on the planet, with the not-too-hot-today stairs adjacent.

When I lived in Witte Hall my freshman year at UW–Madison, people would be publicly humiliated for taking the elevator to anything less than the 3rd floor even if carrying a bicycle. Maybe more public humiliation is warranted for the sake of the healthcare debate or simply for efficiency.

Take the stairs.

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