Adventure in the Elevator

 

We were late to meet a friend at the tea room in a store. While Rick hooked up the dog, I headed for the elevator rather than the escalator leaving him to catch up.

The multi-story building had all the floors marked next to the buttons. What they were was not clear in some cases and it wasn't just that they were in French. I pushed the one that was clear saying tea room.

When the elevator stopped at the top floor, I remembered there were two tea rooms in that store.

A young woman with a coffee cup in her hand and dressed in employee black, got on.

I knew the other tea room was on the same floor as the grocery store but nothing said grocery store in French or any other language.

She pushed another button.

"This is my first day working here. I think this my floor."

It wasn't.

I tried another floor but it wasn't the right one.

"I wish I could help you," she said.

"And me you."

We pushed all the buttons. When the elevator stopped at each, we would peek out to see if it was our floor.

I reached the grocery floor first because I recognized the corridor leading to the toilets leading to the grocery leading to the other tea room.

I got out. "Bonne chance avec votre travail,  I wished her.

"Bonne Fête," she said as the doors closed.