I call them elevators. I can remember when all elevators had an operator. Usually, he was a guy in a dorky uniform. You got on and announced your floor. Then he manualy reached over and closed the door. There was a handle that controlled speed and direction. Left was up and right was down, or maybe it was the other way around. When he brought the handle back to center the elevator stopped. Then he reached over, opened the door and announced the floor. In stores he might also announce what was available on that floor. "Third floor, women's wear and household items."

I used to go up to the 30th floor to pay a bill in one of Nashville's taller buildings. Every month, I would hope that there would be nobody else on the elevator, because the joker that ran it would turn it wide open and then bring it to a sudden stop that almost lifted you off the floor. On the way down, if there were no stops, he would bring you up on tiptoes and then jam you down into your shoes. It was a blast. That was the fastest elevator I ever saw.

It doesn't take a lot to entertain me.
Howard