"Riding" the elevator...
Today I was back in my old stomping grounds, the Post and Courier building downtown. It's the annual drop-in for retirees and I never miss a chance to have the paper buy me something.
After pushing the floor button in the elevator, I remembered a time - back before I retired - when I was going up with 4 other people... and the phone rang.
Not a cell phone. The EMERGENCY phone hidden away in a small box in the wall of the elevator. We all know there is one but I had never heard one ring before. I opened the box, picked up the black receiver and said
"Hello..Elevator."There was a stunned silence on the other end then they hung up. Guess they had missed a digit when dialing. Later, when I checked, I did not see a number listed in our directory for the elevator.
But I did take a hard look at the inspection notice hanging in plain view. Elevators are under the jurisdiction of the State Department of Labor, the Office of
Elevators and Amusement Rides.During the annual Fair in Ladson, do you think fewer elevators get inspected?
Labels: Annual Fair, elevator, emergency phone, floor button, Ladson, Otis
Back In The Saddle Again.....
As Robin Williams would say, "Maybe I went too far."
In a recent posting I showed a picture of my sweet genteel Mom posed with a yard of ale and implied she was drinking a beer. Hardly.
She doesn't drink anything and certainly not beer from a glass almost as tall as she. My bad. Let me apologize and show an ACTUAL situation that happened at the Fair in Ladson.
Mom was in a rehab facility after taking a fall at home (nothing broken, thank Goodness) but we wanted her to recover in a caring setting with physical therapy and professional treatment.
They called to alert me that my Mom had signed up to go on a day trip to the Fair.
"Huh?" I said. In the 10 years I have looked after her, she never had mentioned any desire to go to the annual Fair. "If you approve, we will keep her under watchful care," they assured me.
Well, sure. If Mom wanted to go and be wheeled around the fairgrounds and maybe have a cotton candy, sounds good.
The staff came back exhausted.
Not only did she eat from the moment they got there (a corn dog!?) when they placed her in a safe and comfy seat on the Merry Go round, she asked to be moved and helped up on a horse.
"That one over there," she suggested. "It looks lively."
They shared pictures with me - and the menu of what she ate - and just a few days later they called to say they thought she was physically fit and ready to come home.
Mom will turn 92 in March. I just hope I can keep up with her.
Labels: Annual Fair, corn dog, cotton candy, Merry Go Round, physical therapy, Robin Williams, yard of ale
