Our room was 040 - on the first floor. We called the lift and waited 30 seconds for it to arrive, squeezed in with our bags and waited for the doors to shut. We pushed the button with the number 1 on it (if you've ever been in a lift you'll know that these are all standard lift-operation procedures.)
The lift seemed to be one of the slow variety - the ones that like to slowly line up the lift with the floor you're on before opening the doors. Sometimes you get lifts that are probably just bored of health and safety standards and just open the door as you approach the floor. Others will wait until you're lined up but aren't bothered about making it a smooth alignment - they usually over shoot a little then drop you down the last couple of inches.
Anyway, the lift did its job of bringing us to the first floor as we requested. It didn't speak to us (some of them do - "doors opening", "doors closing", "first floor", "did somebody fart?", etc) We eased ourselves and arms full of bags back out of the door only to be confronted by Muddy sporting a large grimace. I was initially surprised to see that he'd got up the stairs so quickly, though I soon realised that the first floor was actually only 4 stairs up. In fact, it had required more steps to walk to the lift door than it would have done to actually get to the first floor. We all laughed a hearty laugh (well, our own hearty laughs) then went to bed.
The end....
J
Oh, and there is no Evan. Just thought I should tell you that to save any confusion.
