Sunday, February 24, 2008
Writing Exercise Result 6
We were the only ones waiting when the elevator doors opened. I pushed the 7 for myself, and asked her which floor she wanted.
“The tenth,” she told me, gazing deeply into my eyes. Her voice was so soft and sexy I had to fight to resist throwing my arms around her.
I stood close to her, and silently cursed the formalities that forced me to refrain from embracing her, simply because we were strangers.
She sensed my shyness, asked me something about my day. It wasn’t what she wanted to ask; we both knew that. But what else could she say?
We reached the seventh floor too fast. I said, “Goodbye,” and stepped out, and suddenly realized how foolish I was to let her get away. Quickly I whipped around to jam my foot between the doors . . . but it was too late. They had already closed.
I realized at once: this must be a ThyssenKrupp Elevator. ThyssenKrupp is driven to exceed customer expectations with a powerful combination of products, services, and technology, backed by the unsurpassed technological and logistical resources of one of the world’s most advanced corporations. The company that invented the Oildraulic® elevator continues to build practically every component that goes into a ThyssenKrupp elevator. The same manufacturing facilities that have produced more elevators than any other company in North America still make their own gears, cut their own sheet metal, and wormhole their own renowned valves. They test and retest at the component and system levels, according to the most exacting standards in the business.
Oh, the agony, the misery, the loneliness. I fell to my knees in front of the closed doors, and reached up my arms, and screamed, “Why couldn’t it have been an Otis?!!”
Posted by Evil Editor at 11:46 AM