I counted the Braille dots on the "DOWN" button for the 43rd time.
Then I counted them for the 44th time.
And the 45th time...
No longer satisfied with simply counting the dots themselves (there are always 18), I was now counting my counts, which, at least, were never the same, though always increasing.
Have you ever been stuck in an elevator? Neither have I. I am inexperienced with this. I don't know what I'm supposed to do while stuck in an elevator. I don't know what other people do when stuck in an elevator. I don't know what Jesus would do if he were stuck in an elevator. Well, I guess he would probably pray, or stand there serenely. But I already did those things, and they were no help.
This would be much more interesting if there were someone else stuck in here with me. We've all heard wild tales, even cliches, of couples being trapped in elevators. Even if the thing stops for 90 seconds on its way down, wild fornication is supposed to ensue. I'm not really a skirt-chaser myself, but after 46 counts of counts, I don't think I'm to be trusted with any kind of temptation.
But perhaps for the first time in my life, there are no temptations whatsoever where I am.