I’ve been quite disturbed by one factor of Italian life: the public transportation. I have absolutely no problem with the system itself; it’s great for the environment, fantastic for a budget minded traveler, and is normally very efficient. I only have a problem with the people.
There could be ten people on our mini-metro for five minutes, and not a word would be spoken. It’s like all of the outgoing, happiness in their souls dies moments after stepping through the doors. I do my best to combat this with a number of jokes, but if I’m not getting cold stares from strangers, then I’m being politely asked by my friends to “shut my butt.”
So today, my dream came true when an Italian girl used one of my favorites in the public elevator. We entered and before pressing the only button for up (there are two levels), she asked, “Wait, where are we going?” I immediately responded, “UP!” and applauded her while expressing my relief at finding a fellow appreciator of public humor.
Thus, in honor of elevator jokes, I bring to you the masters of public comedy.