In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Clarissa watched from her wheelchair in the corner of the lobby at the spectacle in the center of the room between the red faced spunky girl and Fred. Fred was one of the day doormen at 1600 Beechwood Terrace, the elderly care facility that Clarissa lived in. The southern gentleman was currently responsible for the rise in the girl's voice level, as she hostily directed her question to him once more, 'So you mean to tell me that ALL the stairways are being painted and I HAVE to take the elevator.' Fred's slow Georgian drawl lazily replied, 'Yessum maamaam, taat's riitght.'"
"An Elevator Ride,"
The Angle: Vol. 1998
, Article 12.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1998/iss4/12