In the lobby of a large building.
With Three Elevators.
Each elevator has a little screen atop the door.
To entertain us voyeurs as we wait for it to stop at out floor.
So I let myself fly into the tiny commode
As these vertical travelers unsuspectingly rode
Elevator 1. Floor 12 Going down.
Frum guy after years in Yeshiva enters the workplace..the secular world. Toying with his Treo..fixing his tie.
Elevator 2. Floor 5 Going up.
Frum guy in his 50s going through his midlife crisis rushing to get his stuff to make it home for his shiur. Anxiously watching the floors pass by.
Elevator 3. Floor 2 Going up.
Secular girl feeling down lately. Glowing, still thinking about the class she went to at Aish last night. Peeks at the pamphlets in her hand for the next class.
It suddenly hit me..clear as day.
You see....it doesn’t really matter what floor you’re on...
The only thing that really matters is..