Something, thankfully, I never had to deal with much in Nebraska or Korea are elevators. Such a pain in Shanghai as many buildings are tall, really tall. I work on the 27th floor, my yoga studio is on the 27th floor, and I used to live on the 21st floor, now the 9th. The time I spend waiting for elevators probably adds up to days, months over the years. I try to best use the ‘waiting time’ to talk with colleagues or read an article saved on my instapaper. The only time I really, really wanted the elevator was when I had to walk up 27 floors. Rant over.