[The following is Miami Gringo's guest post on this site, as part of Miami Cross Blogination Day. Personally, I have contributed to a lowering of the standards at All Purpose Dark. – mkh]

It's not often I post regarding other's misfortunes, but it does happen occasionally. This morning's winner of the "Daily Dope" award involves some individuals that work in my building, but don't directly work with me.

My building consists of eight floors, many of which are fully occupied by hard working American citizens just trying to get by in life. The types of offices are numerous and varied, encompassing everything from temporary employment agencies to secondary offices for one of the leading cruise lines in the world. The offices I work with in particular are Governmental in nature, so there is a good mix of both private and public industry, young and old workers, and just about every ethnicity one can imagine. This sets the scene for some very amusing situations.

On this particular day, two out of three elevators that service these eight floors were out of order, with clearly posted signs specifying their current condition. One of these elevators has its door open, with a sign in the back of the elevator showing "Out of Service," with all the floor lights lit up and obviously not going anywhere. With this said, the situation itself makes for some fairly long waits while pressing the elevator call buttons to simply get to your office.

This scene in particular takes place in the morning, with no less than fifteen people waiting on the ground floor in order to take the elevator to their respective cubicles. Enter two people whom I know simply dubbed here as "Muscles" and "Picky", aptly named for their stocky build and obsessive nature respectively. With utter disregard for the other fourteen people waiting at the elevator lobby, Muscles looks at me and says "Hey we're gonna take this other elevator over here - are you just going to stand there?" I respond simply "Yep, I'm not in any rush to get to work. See ya' later!" And off they go to inhabit the elevator with its doors open, not reading the sign that specifies its condition, and totally ignoring the growing crowd of people that are smart enough to know better.

Five minutes we waited, five minutes they stood in the broken elevator trying to get it to work. Five minutes the crowd listens to these guys talk to each other, pressing buttons, wondering why the elevator isn't responding to their commands. Finally, the working elevator comes, the crowd starts piling in, Muscles and Picky get out of their elevator and begin following. They ask me, as the door to the elevator closes without them in it, why I didn't tell them that elevator wasn't working. I respond simply "I thought it was obvious, and I wanted to see if you guys could get it to work!"

Congratulations, Muscles and Picky - you've won MG's Daily Dope award. In the words of Bill Engvall, "Here's Your Sign!"

[My thanks go out to the lovely, talented, and socially-conscious Rebecca Carter of greenerMiami for arranging all this foolishness. The poor child had no idea what she was in for, I suspect.... – mkh]