I'm getting my physical therapy in a building that has only three levels -- basement, ground, and ground++. They have adorable signs posted just above the elevator call buttons.
Yes, you may suggest it, but while on crutches I felt entitled to use the elevator to get to the basement. I'm shackle-free now, but I still can't take stairs normally. So I'm using the elevator, and just accepting it when lithe young college students headed to work out give me dirty looks.
This post's theme word: braird, "the first shoots of grass."