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That's it. You've had enough. This is just a one obnoxious floor, and
you don't want any part of it. You walk into the elevator lobby,
press the "Down" button and wait for Margaret. Margaret. What kind of
a name is Margaret for an elevator goddess? Geez, these people are
freaks. You kick the doors with impatience in your haste to exit.
The doors to the elevator door open, you walk inside, and you press the
button for the first floor lobby. The doors close, but instead of going
down, you can feel the elevator going up. What's going on? It's
probably just the dumb elevator screwing up again. Damn RIT, Damn CSH,
Damn this elevator. The numbers "ping" at every floor until the highest
one is reached. The elevator stops but the doors don't open.
Now you're beginning to feel claustraphobic. After banging on the
doors, the entire elevator floor drops three inches and stops again.
All you hear is a creaking noise. The numerical display
still reads "8". Seconds pass in silence.
Without warning, the elevator starts a freefall, plummetting faster and
faster. As each floor whisks by, you hear a "ping". The last thing you
see is "A" before you and the elevator become a singular heap of human,
concrete and metal.
Although you may not have retrieved the yearbook, at least you learned
one thing in your short existence:
Don't ever piss off Margaret.
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