Elevator
I came home from a long day of work and class yesterday, arms laden with 6 liter jugs of grainy Siberian bottled water, and entered the single working elevator of the two on the first floor, to be confronted with the sight of a dead pidgeon on the floor. It was almost a welcome reprive from the usual odor of human urine which has not subsided despite the attempt to 'refurbish' the elevator made last month, which amounted to some guys nailing new laminaton down on top of the old, putrid laminaton without removing it, which didn't so much remove its smell as assure that it would have a certain time-release quality. So I was faced with the choice of sharing the lift with the spirit of a dead pidgeon, or dragging 12 liters of dirty drinking water up 9 flights of stairs.I chose the pidgeon.
The next morning I decided to avoid my feathered friend by taking the stairs down. Between the 6th and 5th floors, I found a guy wrapped up in a fatigue jacket, sleeping on the stairs. He may have been dead. He had certainly been there for a while.
Perhaps he didn't want to mingle with the spirit of the pidgeon, decided to take the stairs, then passed out drunk half way up.
Both the dead were removed by the afternoon. Good to know the local ambulence can find your building.
posted by Майлз Г. Смит @ 5:14 PM
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