The elevator that traps my family

Last Saturday – the 29^th of January – my mother had a rather severe bout of food poisoning. I took her to the nearby clinic for treatment and the Doctors advised that she be admitted for observation immediately. The primary reason was a fall in the BP level and also because of the severe dehydration, they wanted to administer fluids (and medicines) by IV means.

An hour or so after the IV administration started, the staff said that I should get her something bland to eat. I called up my father and asked him to prepare some curd rice. Since the clinic was barely 3 minutes from home, I gave some time for my father to get things ready and I then started from the room where my mother was admitted.

The room was in the third floor and the clinic was having some kind of renovation work going on. So, I opted to take the elevator/lift in lieu of walking through debris. It was an old elevator and had the collapsing diamond iron gate and not the closed door type. I got inside the elevator, closed both the gates

Almost embarassed myself

A week or two ago, I used the elevator at work to come down 3 floors. I usually walk down, but that day I took the elevator after a long long time.

When the lift reached the first floor, it stopped. I immediately started passing comments in my head about how people have become so lazy, that they cant even walk down one floor.

Just then the door opened and who walked in? A person who was probably afflicted with polio and so had obvious inconvenience in climbing down stairs. It was but natural that he had to use the elevator.

I felt bad and I can just count myself lucky that I didn't air my opinions to my friends who were in the elevator.