Wake up in the morning, Dave bounce off from his bed, wearing his smart suits. He grab his key and dash out of the house. “Oh, shit! NO! my car key.” He accidentally drop his key in between the gap of the lift. “DAMN!” he said. Dave already late for his meeting. He had no choice but have to take a cab. He flag the cab and go to his office. Along the way, he was stuck in the traffic jam. “Oh, sharks, not again. My boss is going to kill me.”
Dave pay and say to the taxi drive, “keep the change uncle.” He open the rear door, and dash straight to the lift lobby. He press the 9th button. Preparing his proposal to show his boss and client, his body is filled with perspiration, making him so smelly. Everyone in the lift squeeze but stand away from the center, making him dominating the whole space.
“Ding Dong!” the lift door opened. He dash out and fall on his back. “Argh!” as he swing his arms, allowing some air to enter the file, causing the pages to fly out and scattered all over him. The floor is slippery but, his odour have gone, due to the sweet smelling detergent use by the cleaner to mob the floor. “DAMN!” He says as he look at some of the pages soaked with water and had a nice smell too. He cluster all the pages together, and move straight to the meeting room.
“Knock knock.” Dave enter the meeting room. “I’m sorry Sir, I was stuck in the traffic jam, and my car key drop in between the gap of the lift, so I have to take a cab here.” He says, as he panting and trying to catch his breathe. “What’s that smell?” His client ask.
“Oh, that’s the new formula of the perfume I use. Its very strong but, can cause hallucination around me.” Dave replied as he try to smile at both his client and his boss.
Arranging the pages into the file, he realize some of the pages are missing. “Shit!” He try to recall where he place those pages. “OH, sharks! Argh, F***! He shouted across the meeting room.
“What did you say?” His boss said.
“Oh, nothing, I need to go to the toilet, stomachache. Be back in 5 minutes.
Dave dash out of the meeting room, and go towards the lift lobby. He searched the entire place, including the gap in between the lift. He found it but is in between the gap. The pages was stuck at the 8th floor. “How am I going to answer for this? The pages i looking for is in between the gap. Argh!
Later, his boss approach him. ” Dave, I’m firing you. You have just make the company lost a major project. No words from you. So pack and leave the office RIGHT NOW!”
“Argh! Damn! He said. “It all about my clumsiness and the gap in between the lift. It all about the gap in between the lift. Argh, Screw this!” As he pack his stuff and leave.
May 31, 2010 at 5:41 am |
Gaps in the lift scare me – it’s a childhood fear I’ve had for the longest time. Great title for a story