Mercy at Will
The elevator is stuck again. It's the sixth time since I began this job. Up until today, I would joke with the people passing me by on their way to the stairs, stating I was keeping watch to make sure no one ripped off a computer or two. To the women I knew, I would tell them this was the best way I knew to get a date with a cute fireman. This would bring the inevitable smiles and small talk, and then they would continue their descent to the ground where freedom lay.