Elevator

Went for a quick road trip up to Milwaukee.  We stayed at this old time, elegant hotel.  RT got our room number and off we went to the elevator.  We hop on and he says we are on the second floor.  The elevator opens at the second floor and its the parking garage.  We decided to stay on the elevator because now RT thinks it might be the 10th or 12th floor.  He tries pressing those numbers and they won't light up.  Somehow we end up at the top floor (23).  So, we start to go down the elevator.  I see someone put their card in and press the floor number.  RT tries that and it still doesn't work.  A bunch of people get on and we tell them we have been riding the elevator up and down for awhile and that they might see us later on (on this same elevator with our bags).  They laughed.  Another guy got on and asked RT if he's from here.  RT said, "You mean, this elevator?"  Bella and I laughed.  The guy tried to explain himself and I said, "We have been on this elevator for a good 20 minutes now and might be making it our permanent home."  I think they thought we were crazy.

We finally got off the elevator after the second trip up and down to the top floor.  RT went to ask where our room was located and, apparently, we got on the wrong elevator.  We were a little leery about getting on another elevator, but, luckily, it was the correct elevator and correct floor and we successfully found our room.

When we finally settled in, we were trying to decide what to do the rest of the night, and, for some reason, no one liked my idea of riding the elevator up and down all night.