Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Somebody Help Me

Three flights of stairs in the elementary school, but only two flights in the middle school. Near the top of the second flight, a young teacher, descending at a fast clip, advised over her shoulder that there were elevators available, (for the likes of me, I suppose.) "Thanks," I offered, "maybe on the way down." " Oh, I wouldn't take the elevator," came another voice, male this time, "The custodian got stuck in the elevator yesterday, for quite a while, and it hasn't been fixed yet."
Yesterday, I contemplated taking a shorter route home, but opted not to, because the driver has to keep the gas pedal depressed on an incline while waiting to merge out onto the state road, and I don't like that balancing act. So I drove the longer way only to be held up in traffic at the site of a massive rollover and deploying of junk all over the road. If I had that Crystal Ball, I would know what to do; where is it anyway?

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