I know I usually take the stairs up to my 3rd floor studio but I really do love you for all your convenience. You've delivered me to the correct floor unharmed 85% of the time. But when you pinch my fingers, it hurts. I still wouldn't have you any other way. Except... why the hell are you so damn small? Seriously, I dont know how my bed fit in you. I am shocked my couch made it through your doors, I'm sure Uncle Jimmy & Erik did some wizardry there.