ok, so here are some random thoughts about chaperoning a statewide academic competition in a 2 building hotel complex...each with 25 floors.....most of my time was spent in elevators......
Elevator people.......the guy in the black turtleneck/black blazer combo strolled aboard from floor 3 talking into the mike of his phone's mobile headset like his caller was not important enough to warrant a private audience ....he appeared to be comparing cellular plans...curious wastebof minutes on a sunday morning....our subject pays $60/month,by the way......he got off at a floor mobbed with blueshirted youths ... awaiting the signal from an unseen authority-figure to get on or not to get.......the door closed without movement from that obedient crowd......earlier, as we made our way upstream from breakfast , the elevator door opened to reveal a family unit seated in chairs moved closely to the wallof glass that overlooked the muddier of the riverviews....downstream of the ohio is industrual compared to the upstream vista.......each clutched a book up close to the eyes, with nary a glance at the river.....was the light preferable in the hall as compared to their bedchamber......? And then there was the mom/dad/smallerdaughter unit who alighted to a middle-school aged set of twins who said as one.......'there's no food'...the mother answered..'what about the fruit I sent?..........an older woman from the back of the cabin asked the question aloud that we were all thinking.......no food, or nothing you want to eat.......and then there was the woman who surmised that the middle schoolers must be in the west building and the older kids in the east......this statement was said to no-one in particular.......'maybe we'll beat max and jonathan.....they got on the down elevator...ha.....this pasty-faced adolescent appears to be followed by adoring grandparents who do not seem to mind that their progeny is loud and laughable as he begins to push floor buttons randomly in his haste to shut the door.....presumably max and jonathan won't be stopping at extra floors......the youth turns to me and asks which floor is mine......i'll be on this elevator after you are gone, i grin.......the elevator is one of the few places void of the original 60's era décor........a sort of colonial meets french provincial in shades of burnt orange, avocado,and gold....yeah..maybe these are vintage 1970...the rocking chairs sport a homespun print that reminds me of the old couch at home..the one with the wooden frame and removeable cushions....maybe they were part of a set that my parents opted to disperse...curiously, the website for the galt house boasts of recent rennovations....hmm..maybe our room is next on the list....the roving 13-year-olds in the hall do not seem to notice the décor......no, these details will only be noticed, if at all, by their intrepid chaperones who sit vigilante in ruffled rockers dragged outside doors at either end of their section of the 24th floor. Who knew that running in and out of boys and/or girls rooms was ever that amusing?
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