The elevators are sort of a local hangout.
Ours has a boot brush outside by the door.
You don't need it on the way in, you need it on the way OUT!

I used to go to a couple of them. Always somebody there you knew. The places smelled good. If you were delivering grain for storage it was a good excuse to stop at the local coffee shop on the way back to the farm. I miss that at times.

I remember the old fed store/grain elevator we used to have. The wood planked floor that had a resounding thunk when you walked across it, the smell of molasses soaked feed in the bags, horse tack in one corner, and farming tools like shovels,hoes, rakes etc in another corner.

Maybe a water tank full of chicks under a heat lamp during certain times of the year.

The counter that had a pane of glass on it with about a hundred business cards laid out underneath it.

A large chalk board on the wall behind it with various prices scrawled on it and surrounded by humorous cards and signs.

And inevitably, an old fart behind it to run the cash register and yell out orders to the younger guys working there to go fetch a bag of this or that for the customer.