More mischief

There are six elevators in the law tower - the law school itself. Ten minutes before each class, these elevators are essentially overwhelmed. The number of stories that I would normally view as walkable increases by a surprising margin.

I was on the third floor, and needed to go to a class on the eighth floor that started in 5 minutes. There were five other people making the five story trek up, backpacks strapped on, laptops in hand. Two stories up, the girl at the head of the group said, "We really need to get some sherpas. Y'know, sherpas would make this climbing so much more easy."

There was an awkward silence, until I spoke up, "I think that would make a great work-release program, don't you think?" Then, the silence got even more awkward.