While in NY to see Patti LuPone in Gypsy, my dad and I stopped in at the Marriott Marquis to have elevator races. Turns out the hotel's glass elevators are all computerized and what-not, so we had to program where we wanted to go, in which case we kept getting assigned the same one. Still, neither of us had ridden them before, so we cruised up to the 45th floor. It felt like being shot into space in a lunar module. Or one of those pneumatic tubes at the bank.
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