A couple of days ago I was in the shopping centre and descended from the top deck parking area in what we now know in the UK as the elevator, sorry lift. Either way it was going down, so it seems poorly named.
There were three key choices on the lift buttons
- the P - the parking area from which I was descending,
- the M that I was inclined to head towards and which I thought might mean Mall or Middle or perhaps Main
- and B which I speculated might mean Basement or Bottom.
But the fact I wasn't quite sure was really quite rubbish. (Of them, not me).
On my return (following an exchange of trouser) I summoned the lift (nothing anecdotal here, just the usual sort of thing you're familiar with) and despite getting on at M there were already two older ladies aboard.
Now unless I was about to go in the wrong direction I trusted they must have come from B.
'Going up?' I asked. (I wasn't being familiar, I was genuinely looking for validation).
We were already on M so I hoped there was only one place we were all heading.
'Yes' said one of the old ladies 'We're going up to P'.
'I'm afraid there's no toilets up their, love' I said. 'It's parking only'
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