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I love my building’s schizo elevators. They add a little faux Indiana Jones to an uneventful day. This morning in the lobby, I stuck my arm in the 6-inch space between the closing jaws of the elevator doors (because I was late for work and the next elevator would be along in approximately 13 minutes.) “That was braaave,” a woman breathed as she got in behind me.