March 11, 2008
A friend of mine was away on a work conference…
He was staying in a room on the 20th floor of a high-rise hotel… and he and a few colleagues had been out on a massive all-night bender…
Hung over… and in need of a strong coffee, and some greasy bacon and eggs… he decided to hit the buffet of the hotel restaurant…
He takes the elevator down to the ground floor… and to pass the time, he lets go of the most rancid cloud of flatulence imaginable… it is stereotypical of PGBS… Post Grog Bowel Syndrome…
It is rank… they say everybody loves their own brand… but these noxious fumes made even his own eyes water…
He cannot wait to get out of this box of torture…
He scrambles around in a haze of putrified air… punching button after button in a vain attempt to free himself…
But the elevator has its mind set on travelling to the ground level…
Eventually, after what feels like an eternity… he reaches the ground floor… he prises the doors open… and launches himself out of the elevator to olfactory freedom…
He breathes deeply… steadies himself… and starts to walk away from the lift well…
Just as he is leaving the lift foyer, an Indian gentleman passes by him and steps straight into the recently vacated lift… he recognises the man as having a room across the corridor from him on the 20th floor…
My friend hurriedly hides his head… and bolts around the corner away from the lifts…
It also suddenly dawns on him, that by pressing all the buttons in his frenzy to escape the chamber of horrors… that the lift will take an eternity to reach its 20th floor destination…
Just before he is out of earshot… he hears the sigh of the lift doors as they start to close…
And just as the doors meet… and as the realisation dawns upon him… the Indian gentleman could be heard to utter just three small words…
They were three simple words… but my friend will remember them for a lifetime…
In a clear, but slightly panicked voice… and with a deep, Indian accent… he simply uttered…
“Oh my God”…
This a true story, albeit with some subtle embellishments… however try it…
For some strange reason it works so much better with an Indian accent…
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Why is 13 skipped? 13th floor is suppose to be called 13th floor, not 14th floor.
Comment by Jonah Musto — January 25, 2009 @ 4:09 pm