The Talking Elevator
"Floor 2. going down." beavis, butthead, and steven tyler can be heard snickering in the distance. the doors slowly slid closed. immediately he senses danger. something is going to go wrong. thats what he always thought, especially at 8 in the morning. not really. he knew his mind was getting the better of him any time he was enclosed in a 5x5 steel death trap. or a hot convertible car with the top on and the windows up. or when his buddies go puerto rico style and cram into a taxi hammered late night to save a few bucks. ah fuck it happened again, mind wandering. always trailing off. back to the elevator. he pushes the button for the basement. and he waits. not the kind of pause where youre comforted by the fact that god is good and its ok that nothing is happening. more like the i am going to die and this is gods calm before the storm. either i am stuck in this steel cell for hours to come, or i just stepped into a gravity endurance test hanging by a wire or two. mind racing. fuck! hit the button to open the doors. maybe they will just open and you can take the stairs. apparently you can become a better person around here if you just use stairs. but not today. as the cool sweat beads start to just show on his forehead, the doors make an affirming shut tight sound and the elevator begins to descend. "basement. going down." haha, i love talking elevator.
(ps-look how early i am to work today!)