Porn Music

Last week I was riding the back elevators. For those of you who work where I do, that's the bank of elevators where there are two available to the public, and one for moving larger objects up and down the building and the elevator is inaccessible without a key card. Because there are only two elevators and it can be a long wait, that bank is used less frequently than the others.

I've noticed lately, because I ride those elevators so often, that the music volume seems to be cranked up a notch compared to the central elevators or the ones down the "new wing". Not only is it particularly loud (for an elevator), but it's almost always this horrible, pseudo-sexy jazz that you'd expect to hear in an old porn movie. Unfortunately I realized this while standing on the elevator for three floors with an attractive blonde. I put a concerted effort into looking at my blackberry while the music built to a crescendo. That wasn't in my head. It was getting louder, enough so that I was trying not to smile because it was funny. She got off on third floor, but then three guys got on. That's not a porn movie of which I want to be any part.