Each day past the expiry date seems like a gamble with my life. Too lazy to do anything about it I proceed with caution, hit the appropriate button and pray. The entire ride down I keep harping on the fact that the elevator license is two days past and that there is no way in hell you could fit eight people in this damp cramped space. There is a massive creak at the fourth floor, which is starting to seem normal now. The worst thing of all is I want to call and complain to the elevator authorities 'Hi, the low lives that operate this building are putting the lives of old people in danger. We should do something about this right away before they start making granny pancakes'. I could never do that for fear of shutting the elevators down. I live on the 16th and don't want to start and additional stair-master regime.