After I push the up button, my baby-boomer, age-of-instant-gratification impatience collides with my middle-age, suburban-bred aversion to self-propulsion. Do I continue to wait for the lift, or do I hike up three flights of stairs?
Am I lazier than I am impatient?
It turns out I am more impatient than I am lazy.
I take the stairs.
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