Mailman doesn't let anyone use the elevator.

I make him regret that decision.

Gather round, children, as I tell you the tale of the time, I nearly threw up, sprinting up seven flights of stairs.

So yesterday I was returning home with a heavy bag of groceries.

As I approached my apartment building, I saw a delivery man with a

parcel trolley waiting at the door. I decided to open it for him so he could get in while I checked my

mailbox. As I entered the building, I heard him get on the elevator. He must have heard me enter the

building as well, but he didn't bother to hold the lift for me. No big deal, I'll just wait

for it to come back down. The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and I noticed it stayed at the

fourth floor for a lot longer than it normally should, almost like it was stuck. After a moment,

it started moving, except instead of going down to me, it was going up and stopped at the fifth

floor. Again, it was stopping for an unusually long time. It was at this point, I realized that

the courier must have been holding up the elevator doors with his trolley so that they couldn't

close, meaning the elevator wouldn't move on. Annoyed, because I have a heavy bag of shopping, I live on the seventh floor and we only have

one elevator, I was even more incensed when I saw the elevator carry on going further up

and holding at other floors.

At this point, I'd been waiting for a good couple of minutes.

So I decided to take the stairs to the seventh floor. However, I'd been waiting for a good couple of minutes. So, I decided to take the stairs to the

seventh floor. However, I ran as fast as I could. Why? Because the elevator was coming down to the

16th floor, and on my way to the seventh floor, I pressed for the elevator on each floor I passed.

If he enjoyed holding up the lift so much, he could spend

extra time in it on the way down. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm as lazy as it gets, and

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