Sunday, January 17th, 2021

The thunderstorm starts while I’m in the supermarket downstairs from the office. I hadn’t figured on that. I’m not dressed for it. While checking out, I wonder what to do. I have a long time to think. The person before me is paying for some of his purchase with a paper bag full of change. The cashier doesn’t complain. She pours it out onto a newspaper, separates the coins, and counts them. I know that my apple and yogurt will cost between six and eight shekels, depending on the weight of the apple. I have my ten-shekel piece ready. I head out and stand under the canopy at the exit. I’d rather not deal with the rain. It doesn’t look like it will be stopping soon. A corridor near the courtesy desk heads out of the store. I’m not sure where it goes. I double back into the store and follow it. It dead-ends at an elevator down to the parking deck. I figure that I can go down then take another elevator up to the office. This elevator only makes two stops: here on the ground floor (Level Zero) and Level Minus-2. I get off there. I figure that I’m within a few meters of the other elevator. I circle the outside of the one that I came down in. I don’t see it. I circle again, looking at the surrounding walls. Still nothing. I give up, head back to the store, go out again, and run to the door of the office building itself. I get wet, but not too wet. It’s still raining at the end of the day. My bosses give me a ride home. They tell me that there is a way to get from one elevator to the other on Minus-2. Someday they’ll show me.