Why Ain’t They No Third Floor?

Much of the nation is currently in the midst of a summer heat wave; those of us in Houston welcome you …

It’s easy to make fun of the heat and humidity in Houston, you can even complain of the mosquitoes and the dreaded hurricane season …

But, like a friend of mine says, “Heck, if it weren’t for heat, humidity, mosquitoes, and hurricanes … everyone would want to live here!”

Houston is also known for its hospitals … Baylor College of Medicine, Texas Children’s, St Luke’s, Methodist, Hermann Memorial, MD Anderson (just to name a few) … the Texas Medical Center is like a city of tall buildings unto itself.

Hospitals have elevators. Houston has lots of — many, many, many — elevators.

In the past couple years I have become a quick study of elevator-ology. Assuming it’s all spiritual warfare, please pardon my diversion to and fro a few floors of logic here — perhaps even a good word or two — while I speak of elevators.

Push the button, up or down. And wait. Sometimes you wait a long

long

Long

time …

to go a couple floors.

That’s if you’re lucky.

Actually, if you’re lucky …

You might even know where you’re going — And get there in good time.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WE HAVE A WINNER!

Many times, if you’re like me, you’re just winging your way through most of this chaos and, thank God and an over-worked Guardian Angel, you eventually make your destination.

Incidentally …

I remember once riding a hospital elevator – a car full of folks – in one of those hospitals where the 3rd floor, being a surgical floor, was not listed on the menu or overhead. One of the ladies said, “Hunh … wonder why they don’t have a THIRD floor.” Without thinking I said …

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