‚ÄúDon‚Äôt get in that one!‚ÄĚ a woman cried, standing in front of an open elevator door, a quiet toddler in her arms.
But why? Was this elevator dangerous?
Well, no. But in a city where perhaps the dirtiest word of all is ‚Äúwait,‚ÄĚ it was close enough.
‚ÄúIt‚Äôll stop on like every floor,‚ÄĚ said the woman, Shira Stember, standing in the lobby of a Seward Park co-op building on the Lower East Side. While she is happy the elevator is there for her neighbors, Ms. Stember said, she prefers to take the next car, because this open door leads into a Shabbos elevator.