I used to make that joke many times, on elevators. That was in a land far away, at a time that will never come back. People actually laughed or smiled. No one pretended to be offended. Men were not assumed to be predators.
Good-natured attempts at humor were taken as such. People were not vilified, roasted, impaled or gored for it. No international “firestorms”. No one was fired.
Those days will not be returning. There is no going back. Insanity goes one way only.
“I used to make that joke many times, on elevators.”
It’s not a joke.
No one would know what you were talking about.
My version:
“Fifth floor: Ladies’ lingerie and other leather goods”.
And
“Seventh floor: Whips, chains, other playtoys.”
Is there anyone here on FR who remembers that at one time, during the “Jurrasic age” elevators had operators who controlled the UP and DOwn of the elevator?
You could tell he/she the FLOOR you wanted and the journey stopped to let you off.
OR, you could tell the operator what you were looking for and the operator, as part of the job,knew where everything in the huge store was located.
There were ALWAYS good natured jokes at these announcements. If the operator announced “Ladies Longerie”, half the men muttered, “That’s my floor”. If it was “Sporting Goods” there was normally a woman to say , “OK, guys, but don’t let you wife see what you bought so she’ll think you are at work.”
Really a different, but much BETTER time.