I reach the door. Three words greet me. OUT OF ORDER

I begin to panic. No, not now. Anything but that.

What did this? It’s not fair. Why me?

Two large cokes. A medium coffee. That’ll teach me.

I run to the lift. No, not again. OUT OF ORDER.

Suddenly I run Heading down To the janitor’s

I run in Asking his permission. He nods, head shaking.

Rushing in, I close, lock the door, Sitting down quickly.

I relax and grin Saying to myself, ‘Thank God this one works!’