More American dumbassery
I grew up in a small town, village, really and until my late teens, thought that you called elevators to you. You had to figure out where the elevator was and press the correct button to make it come up or down to your floor. Somehow I had missed the fact there was no up button on the top floor. I was in awe of people who pushed the button right away. "My, they certainly are quick at figuring out where the elevator car is!"

I mentioned this in passing to my mother (who had grown up in the hills of Appalachia) and she looked at me aghast. "And you're going to COLLEGE next year???"


I was much younger for this one: In 1964, we got a new station wagon with an automatic back window. We asked my dad what made it go up and down magically and he told us little elves lived in the bottom of the window crack and rolled it up and down. Imagine his chagrin when we felt sorry for the hungry little elves and poured cereal and milk down the window slot. In high summer. In Michigan.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Fri 7 Jan 2005, 20:02, Reply)