A business woman and a janitor deal with being trapped in an elevator.
“Good Morning, Mrs. Dill,” said the security guard as I signed in at the front desk. “Running late, again?” “Yes, traffic was a real bitch this morning,” I sighed, brushing an errant blonde strand of hair from my face. “Just a word of warning,” said the guard handing me my badge. “Raul just buffed the lobby.” I followed the guard’s nod to the Latino janitor. I watched as he...Read On