Cape Town Stories 13

I had to go to Groote Schuur this morning. You know, the hospital placed conveniently next to the graveyard? Yes, it is bleak, very bleak. Anyways, I needed to take the lift up to floor G and as I entered, a white woman stood shouting at a Black guy who had had the audacity to press his floor which was up before she could press her floor which was down: „No! I wanted to go down! And now you pressed before me and now it’s going to go up!“ She wanted to get out of the lift before the doors closed, pressing past people who tried to reassure her „Don’t worry, it will also go down“ but she could not be appeased: „No!“ she screamed as she jumped off the lift „I am going to Europe!“. We laughed. Upon reflection I realise she may have actually said „No, I am going to walk“ (phonetically there is a similarity, say it loudly) because I later saw her again on floor G. But for the sake of this story a white woman screaming „I am going to Europe!“ because the lift would not go down just seemed funnier, no? So yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what she said.