A sincere apology to an anonymous acquaintance.
Friday, Sept. 03, 2004 - 12:20 A.M.

Two days ago, on Sept. 1st, I rode down on the elevator in my dorm from the fifteenth floor to the fourth, where the lobby is. The building consists of three towers, and each tower holds about five hundred odd students. For those five hundred students, BU generously supplies three elevators.

We're all spry young college students here, and it's fairly easy to slip down two or three or one flight of stairs. In fact, I don't even get short of breath slipping down the twelve flights of stairs to the fourth floor. So I can tell that it's really going to frustrate me when people ride the elevator to get off on the fifth, sixth, or seventh floors.

So on September 1st, the elevator going down stopped at the fifth floor, and I swore that I would berate the miscreant who abuses these elevators. Turns out that the miscreants were a girl who had clearly just moved in and her daddy. I myself had moved in a few days ago, and I certainly have not forgotten the stress and the difficulty of it all. I didn't care, I berated them anyway. They looked scared.

To you, Girl on Fifth Floor, I'm truly sorry.

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