favorite elevator company

I wondering what your favorite elevator company is. Which is the most reliable, etc. :dubious:

Elevators R Us–the ultimate discounters.

Otis. The original. The best.

I just use whatever is there. No big brand preference.

Hey, Otis Elevator! I went to school with that guy!

Looks like his fortunes went up. And down. And up. And down.

There’s more than one elevator company? I don’t think I’ve ever noticed one that wasn’t Otis. I call slow elevators by name, Otis. They’re all males, I guess - perhaps the females look entirely different. Maybe the females are the escalators.

Judging from your username, you probably work in the elevator industry and are quite familiar with the different manufacturers and technologies.

Believe it or not, the average person getting into an elevator pays less attention to the brand name than to which button they have to push for their floor.

Even when I have to wait a maddeningly long time for an elevator, I don’t usually blame the manufacturer so much as the design and implementation.

Favourite elevator company? The ones that build the lifts that go up and do not plummet down.

I like Schindler.

I never tire of asking them if they do business in the UK as “Schindler’s Lifts.” I haven’t had the opportunity for a while, but I will never pass it up.

I make a game of trying to guess whether the person will politely pretend that they hadn’t heard/thought of it before, or unload some sarcasm. Unsurprisingly, the power dynamic is usually an unfailing indicator of their reaction.

And the answer is, yes. That’s exactly what they do.

The one which gets me to the floor I want is the one I choose, brand doesn’t matter.

If the elevators are males then the shafts would be the females.

*I know a man named Otis who invented a room,
And his heart was filled with pride.
I said to Mr. Otis, “What does your room do?”
He said, “It goes from side to side.”
So I said, “Mr. Otis, if you take my advice,
You’ll be the richest man in town.
You gotta take that room that goes from side to side,
And make it go up and down.”
And that was good advice, good advice. *

Well that can’t be right, the shafts are just part of the building. Maybe they bud, like yeast.

Sirius Cybernetics, the problem is getting past the GPP personalities of the “Happy Vertical People Transporter” and just getting the zarking thing to go up

I’m the only one who prefers Thyssen-Krupp? Most Otis’ are perfectly nice but all of the horrible, rickety deathtraps I’ve ever been on were made by Otis. OTOH, I don’t think I’ve ever met a Thyssen-Krupp that wasn’t nice.

My vote goes to Century Elevator of the Bronx, NY, who re-engineered the failing 1936 mahogany-cab Otises in my building with state-of-the-art running gear and fully electronic control boards including a 24-hour telephone hotline in the cabs. We had to give up the original heavy cast brass control boards, but one is in a display case in our board room, and any residents who asked were given one of the 20odd call stations, with rotating indicators in glass bubbles.

Maxwell House.

(Good to the last drop!)

Well, the worst elevator I ever knew was a Thyssen-Krupp. It was the freight elevator in a newly constructed Borders bookstore I was a supervisor of. At least every other week, it would jam in such a way that we would have to call the company to fix it, which they would claim to do, but no, another few weeks, another jam. “Don’t put so much weight in it”, was a GREAT suggestion, when there was only room for one pallet of books anyway, and this was a freight elevator. Finally, after several months, they figured out that it was missing some pieces (!) that held the car in place (!!), and it worked after that.

Otis all the way, for me.

“My favorite invention is the escalator. Because an escalator can never actually break. It can only become stairs. They shouldn’t put a sign there that says ‘Escalator temporarily broken.’ It should say, ‘Escalator temporarily stairs. You can still get up there, though. Sorry for the convenience.’” – Mitch Hedberg.

This thread reminds me of a recent elevator story, though.

I was going to visit my lawyer in his fancy Park Ave. office building to drop off some documents. Like I usually did, I snuck by the lobby security desk and went right to the large bank of elevators. I got in and pressed the button for 15 and nothing happened!

“Drat,” I exclaimed. “This elevator must be broken.” So I waited for another one. I went in and pressed 15. Another gentleman got in and pressed 17. The elevator went straight to 17 and then back down to the lobby!

At this point I uttered several obscenities and made my way over to the security desk. It seems they’ve been having trouble with the riff-raff going up to any-odd floor, so they have to call up their tenants to get permission for peons like me to visit. Then they remotely activate the button for your floor, which presumably has some kind of timer on it. Apparently, all the previous times I’ve gone into the building, I was lucky enough to arrive when the magical mystical 15 button was still operational.