It was not a very good time.
I had an appointment with a potential client in one of those high rises in Ortigas and people were rushing to their respective offices. Squeezed like sardines inside aluminum cans people were pressed together inside the small cubicle. A lady’s hair was right in front my face and I can smell the shampoo scent. In fact I could smell different shampoo scents as we traveled up the different flights.
The thing that is so noticeable about elevator rides is that there is no talking inside. People are either looking down at their shoes or looking up at the lighted buttons. Occasionally interrupted by words like, “excuse me” as people get off their floor that is pretty much the sight you see every time you take an elevator ride during peak hours. This reminds me of a story told by Tony Campolo about his own experience inside an elevator.
