“Going up Mr. Carroll?”
I smile and nod. “Going up
“You got it.”
When the door shuts, there’s a few seconds of silence before
“Good day at the office Mr. Carroll?”
“It’s always a good day when I know I can go back tomorrow.”
The doors open and a couple of chatty bachelorettes dressed for a night on the town enter
“Good Evening Ladies.”
The ladies barely acknowledge him with a glance and continue talking.
They remind me of hyenas. Their laughter is only between them and their conversation sounds of something average and predictable. I tune it out and they become white noise with measurements.
The louder of the two leads the way as they exit on the next floor, but before strutting down the hall like a runway model she makes sure to toss her hair and send me a piercing look, accompanied by a seductive wink. Her combo is seamless like she’s throwing a fireball, followed by a dragon punch to give her the KO in Street Fighter 2.
I’m not amused, nor do I play games anymore. But as I hold back and block, I contemplate a combo of my own, followed by a fatality, but like I said, no more games.
When we start moving again I notice
“There’s not a thing in the world that can get you down, huh
The old attendant proceeds to look up at me with worn out eyes that manage to shine more life than most.
“Mr. Carroll, please excuse my language, but honestly, bitches ain’t shit.”
As I reach to give him a firm hand shake, for the words of wisdom, I utter the only thing that I could. “