Turn Right, Not Left!

Once again I took the wrong turning to dad's new office. After so many years being used to turn left just after stepping out of the lift, I found it's almost automatic to do so. For seven years it had been at the same place - third floor, left wing. But now his office had moved one floor up and the opposite wing while my feet still keen to take the old turning. I also still absent-mindedly press on third floor when I should go to fourth floor and walk out of the lift just to find myself at the wrong floor.

Tsk, tsk, old habit die hard...