We're on the 12th floor. There are three lifts. They're uncoordinated. You could just press one down button but it could take forever for that lift to get there. So with the best will in the world, you invariably end up pressing the down button for all 3.
It still takes an age for the lift to get there.
When it does, you stop on the 11th floor. Then the 10th. Then the 9th and so on. Nobody actually gets on at any of these floors most of the time. Your lift is just stopping because someone on each floor also pressed all three buttons.
My back has improved a little but not a lot. Plan for today is to try a short run to see if it's one of these things that I won't feel once I loosen up, followed by rest for the rest of the day.
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