New York, New York
I'm lucky to have friends with an apartment in a hi-rise on the east side in the nineties, and they let me have a key and sleep on the sofa. Believe me, if I had to stay in a hotel in New York to teach the workshop at CAP, it couldn't happen because the hotel would get half of my "honorarium." But take a look at that button panel. It's just about the most confusing thing I've ever seen. When I'm alone, the doors usually close and I stand there in silence trying to figure out how to push "5". When someone enters the elevator with me, they usually say something like, "which floor you want, buddy?" They live there, and still find it confusing.