...so, from head to toe...

The daily ascent in a condominium elevator is a perpetual competitive ordeal. I take immeasurable pride in being on the 27th floor, knowing there are only four floors above me; knowing that in nearly all instances, I will be the most... elevated... in any given elevator.

It's sad, but true. The moment when, in an elevator filled with people, I press the highest button gives me a certain thrill.

How funny, this litter matter of esteem. How unbelievably silly, some of the ways I find it.