Last month at the resthome, I overheard the one (older) (white) (gruff) (townie) overnight desk worker talking with someone who was getting off of shift, and for some reason she was talking about the last time that they had crossed paths like that.
And, she was like, "Yeah, last time after you left [the names of two nightshift workers] called me and said they were stuck on the elevator! And, I thought they were joking, but then ten minutes later, they call back, and they're really stuck on the elevator!"
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