In Seville we got a parking spot on level one of the parksde (actually, the second storey as the ground level is level zero). Because the elevator was tiny, it was full with Jesse, Laura and the kids. We decided that I would wait with my luggage and they would send the elevator back up for me.
When the elevator came back up, I got in and the door closed behind me. There were no buttons for me to push in the elevator. It began to look like I might have to wait for someone outside to summon the elevator before I could get out.
I did get out quite quickly and realized that, if I had on!y been able toread the sign outside the elevator, I would have known that, for some reason, for this elevator you select the destination floor on the landing outside the elevator and I should have pushed “0”.
As we walked away from the parkade, I couldn’t help but mutter to myself the lyrics of the MTA Song by the Kingston Trio ..”Well, did he ever return, no he never returned. And his fate is still unlearned. He may ride forever ‘neath the streets of Boston. He’s the man who never returned. “