For The Sunday Muse.
Seeing one of the pictures reminded me of a story my muse started writing some time ago and never got around to finishing, so I’ve done it for her!‘
My mate Bill’s got a new job as a lift operator in a skyscraper office block. I asked him how it was going and he said ‘it has its ups and downs’
He found a prosthetic leg in the corner the other day. ‘A body missing a leg is bad enough’ he said, ‘but a leg without a body must be awful’.
He told me he loves it when ladies use the lift wearing beautiful perfume but his pet hate is when young men fart because it’s wrong on so many levels.
Bill would have loved to have been an airline pilot, but it never happened so he thought taking off and landing a lift would be the next best thing, and the uniform’s pretty good too.
Yesterday he travelled twenty-five miles, the doors opened and closed six hundred and forty-two times, and he carried one thousand two hundred and fifteen people – whilst standing on the spot!
Happy Birthday, Sherry, it’s mine today too!