whitebread

“God damnit.” I thought to myself as the elevator started to sink. “People in this country need to get some exercise if they’re unwilling to climb a single flight of stairs.” The elevator, you see, has a very short temper and will not wait long for an authorization to ride to the fourth floor. Instead, it will go pick up the jerks from the basement, before proceeding to where YOU want to go. “What jerks.” But there was nothing I could do, so I just fumed as I rode it down. When the doors opened…

two guys in wheelchairs got on.

Yeah.