So, the lift in our building has mental issues.
It has one of those mechanical voices to tell you what floor you are on. No problem, right? Wrong.
The day we moved in it called our floor, the 6th, the 2nd Sub-Basement. There isn’t even one sub-basement in our building, never mind two.
Then, on occasion, it announces the third floor, as you ride past it. Not when stopping at it, just to note that it is there, I guess.
Oh, and it always says going down. Even when you are at the basement.
I really hope there are no sight impaired people in our building. Cuz they would never get the right floor.