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An Amusing Anecdote
Or, how to be a middle-aged dork
Recently, I had occasion to attend an all-day retreat in a corporate building in downtown Kansas City with the abortion fund I volunteer for. One of our board members had access to the building, and even I have to admit their conference room ended up being a great space for us to use for the day.
Suffice to say, I hadn’t been in a real, honest-to-God corporate building in a long damn time, and I’m now getting to the age that new technology sort of takes me off guard — occasionally — but whatever. I’m trying to roll with it. When we arrived, we had to check in with the front desk crew who confirmed we were allowed to be in the building, and which floor we were going to, for security reasons. They then programmed in the floor we needed to get to because, much to my surprise when we entered one of the six elevators, there were NO BUTTONS. Passengers literally cannot operate the lift themselves.
So cool, fine, whatever, we get up to the 22nd floor and we start our all-day retreat. We take a break at noon for lunch, and because I despise corporate culture and also I’m just fucking nosy, after lunch I decided to wander around our floor. I didn’t touch anything — I just looked. Eventually, I came across a door marked “Stairs,” and decided to duck in there.
