I don't like elevators, I'll ride them if I have to but I don't usually have to because mostly all buildings still have stairs, but unfortunately today the stairs at work were blocked. I didn't won't to be difficult so I decided to take the elevator - you never know, it might not be that bad. Walking to the elevators I thought this might not be such a good idea, but when I saw that the elevator was empty I thought I might as well.
When I got in the elevator I decided to make this as quick as possible so after what seemed to be ages, I found the button for the fifth floor, just as I had laid my finger on it I heard the banshee-like yelps of Janet the Liverpoodlian receptionist who is the clumsiest person you will ever meet, at last year's Christmas office party she clambered half-drunk onto her office desk screeching "I will survive" using a Bacardi Rum bottle, which she had emptied by herself, as a microphone substitute.
Eventually, as everyone thought, she fell off her desk - smashing the bottle sending shards of glass raining down on her and her audience, and hitting her head of the water dispenser tank, which then went flying out of the window and landed on the bosses BMW. Luckily for her he was looking into buying a Mercedes and said that the insurance money would come in handy.
Once she had gotten into the elevator I asked,
I knew she would say five but I was trying to come across polite, but then she replied,
"Not like you to get the elevator Sir"
To which I replied rather abruptly.
I didn't mean to be so blunt but I really...