This picture has nothing to do with the story I’m about to tell, but it is the same location where I learned about Shabbat. I talked about the bartender that taught me about Shabbat in a previous post.
After finishing my beer in the previous post, I returned to my room using the bank of elevators in the hotel lobby. One fellow got off the elevator at the lobby and I was the only person entering; I punched floor 9.
The elevator stopped at the first floor above the lobby, but nobody got on … they probably decided to use the stairs. The elevator stopped at the 3rd floor too — nobody got on, hmmm. Same for the 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th and 8th floor, the elevator stopped but nobody got on. Just me, alone on the elevator that stopped at every floor; I thought about the adolescent pranks in the US of punching every floor before exiting the elevator.
Same thing happened when I took the elevator down to the dining room, stopping at every floor with nobody getting on or off. Later, I learned that during Shabbat the elevators are programmed to stop at every floor so no one has to push a button — that would be considered work. After hearing that, I took the stairs during Shabbat.
Thought for the Day: Hard work never killed anybody, but why take a chance. Edgar Bergen