retreat

due to various blocks on idleThinK, a likely consequence of various salacious keywords in the previous two posts, rAchel will now no longer be posting about P*litically Sensitive Things (at least, not in any searchable form).

So.

There is a lady who sits in the elevator of my building, and her job is threefold:

  1. To press the button for your floor when you tell her (wu ceng, xiexie)
  2. To STOP the elevator at the desired floor, MANUALLY. Yesterday I had to jump a foot to the ground, because she had stopped the elevator too late.
  3. To stop people from spitting or releasing other bodily fluids in the elevator.

you may draw all kinds of conclusions about Beijing from this. I'll leave it to you.