The Cube of Woe
Predator Press
[LOBO]
Man I was unbelievably pissed.
"Sir," squawks the technician over my cellphone. "It would be a lot easier to help you if you calmed down."
"Calm down?" I demand. "I'm going to die in this thing!"
"I highly doubt that sir. You said you already called the fire department, right?"
"Yes I did. I also called the police, the CIA, the FBI, FEMA and Interpol. How dare you unleash this poorly designed and untested -potentially lethal device- upon the unsuspecting public?"
"It's called an elevator, sir."
"It's a goddamned box of death, you quack! You people are the geometric equivalent of Comcast. Where'd you learn engineering, cosmetology school?"
"Sir, I assure you our engineers and technicians are highly qualified. But I'm only a customer service rep for Otis Elevators."
Inspecting the warning panel, I verify this: Otis Elevators is clearly marked right next to 'In Case of Emergency' and the 800 number I dialed.
"Well, let me talk to Otis."
"Excuse me?"
"Otis," I demand coolly. "Put that fucker on."
[muffled laughter]
"Uh, sir, -"
"I'm sorry. Did you say something? I can't hear you unless you're Otis!"
"Um," says the guy. "I'm Otis sir."
"Really?" I says.
"Yes sir. Now you said you already called the fire department. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well it's pretty boring in here. And the fire department won't be here for another half an hour."
"You don't have a paperback or something?"
"No," I says glumly. "I even called Mandy."
"Mandy?"
"Yeah. It's scratched in the glass here. 'For a good time call Mandy'. She's actually a pretty decent cello player, but it was eating up my minutes."
"Sir, I've been running a satellite diagnostic on the elevator you're in and it's responding just fine. Which floor did you press?"
"Floor?"
"Yes sir. There are buttons you have to press with numbers that correspond with the floor you want to go to."
"No shit?"
"Yes sir. They should be right over the warning plaque."
"I'll be damned. Otis, you're a genius!"
"Thank you sir."
"Wow. They even light up!"
[LOBO]
Man I was unbelievably pissed.
"Sir," squawks the technician over my cellphone. "It would be a lot easier to help you if you calmed down."
"Calm down?" I demand. "I'm going to die in this thing!"
"I highly doubt that sir. You said you already called the fire department, right?"
"Yes I did. I also called the police, the CIA, the FBI, FEMA and Interpol. How dare you unleash this poorly designed and untested -potentially lethal device- upon the unsuspecting public?"
"It's called an elevator, sir."
"It's a goddamned box of death, you quack! You people are the geometric equivalent of Comcast. Where'd you learn engineering, cosmetology school?"
"Sir, I assure you our engineers and technicians are highly qualified. But I'm only a customer service rep for Otis Elevators."
Inspecting the warning panel, I verify this: Otis Elevators is clearly marked right next to 'In Case of Emergency' and the 800 number I dialed.
"Well, let me talk to Otis."
"Excuse me?"
"Otis," I demand coolly. "Put that fucker on."
[muffled laughter]
"Uh, sir, -"
"I'm sorry. Did you say something? I can't hear you unless you're Otis!"
"Um," says the guy. "I'm Otis sir."
"Really?" I says.
"Yes sir. Now you said you already called the fire department. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Well it's pretty boring in here. And the fire department won't be here for another half an hour."
"You don't have a paperback or something?"
"No," I says glumly. "I even called Mandy."
"Mandy?"
"Yeah. It's scratched in the glass here. 'For a good time call Mandy'. She's actually a pretty decent cello player, but it was eating up my minutes."
"Sir, I've been running a satellite diagnostic on the elevator you're in and it's responding just fine. Which floor did you press?"
"Floor?"
"Yes sir. There are buttons you have to press with numbers that correspond with the floor you want to go to."
"No shit?"
"Yes sir. They should be right over the warning plaque."
"I'll be damned. Otis, you're a genius!"
"Thank you sir."
"Wow. They even light up!"
Comments
THE SKWIB!!!!!
I am honored by your visit sir ... I LOVE your site!!!!
I'm laughing tho panicked...I have clausterphobia (can't spell it, but I have it) and elevators are scary places!!!
~JD (The Uneasy Supplicant)