Adventure Serial: Boston Pt II
Episode Two
Where was I? Oh, yes, in the elevator . . .
As with every other moment in my entire life (from about 9 yrs on) several movie clips pass through the transom of my mind. Sadly, Shallow Hall is first. But that’s not going to happen [not the pants-off part, I made a vow once, in boarding school, in a secret cave, with my other pale-faced, clean-cut, devotees of the plane of the flat front, to never wear sweatpants or even shorts in public; so the pants were staying on].
But I digress. I am trapped in an elevator. The cinematic thoughts truly began to take hold as I examined my cell. The lights were on, and the ventilation fan in the ceiling was still running. The ceiling! A-ha! There was a decorative grating, but that would pop right out. The door around the fan wasn’t as big as the one in Silence of the Lambs, but . . .
Then I wished I actually wore the leatherman in a little pouch on my belt. A moment later I was glad I did not.
Anyway. . . Let’s take a close look at the “control panel.” You got floor buttons. All un-responsive. There’s a yellow button marked “Alarm”, but let’s not be rash. There’s a red switch marked “Run/Stop” but I didn’t want to risk losing power. There were four or five locks, all switched to the appropriate “ON” position, and I was honestly sad that I didn’t have a Bic pen. Of course, the green “Door Open” buttons were unhelpful.
That leaves me with the yellow “alarm” and the ever-present, and eager-to-use-at-every-time-but-the-present Telephone Receiver behind the “certificate” stating that this elevator was inspected in April, 2004, and is “Certified” until December, 2004. Right.
Wait a minute. 2004?
Yeah.
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P.S. Guess what movie is on in the other room as I wrote this. There’s a clue in the syntax.
P.P.S. Battles and Casino are excluded.
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