Post 1544. Thursday June 8
Six Sentence Stories
*In case you are on the other side of the pond from me, I should point out that in the UK we refer to your elevators as lifts! My sentences are mostly made up of silly jokes I’ve picked up over the years. You may well have already heard, and groaned at them before. Sorry!
My mate Bill got a new job as a lift operator in a skyscraper office block, and when I saw him yesterday I asked him how it was going and he said ‘it has its ups and downs’
He told me he loves it when ladies use the lift wearing beautiful perfume but hates it when young men ‘break wind’ because it’s wrong on so many levels.
Bill would have loved to have been an airline pilot, but it never happened so he thought taking off and landing a lift would be the next best thing, and the uniform’s pretty good too.
He found a prosthetic leg in the corner yesterday; a body missing a leg is bad enough, but a leg without a body must be awful.
His lift has doors both sides and one of his favourite games is to stand facing the doors opposite the ones that are due to open because the passengers always follow his lead!
Yesterday he travelled twenty-five miles, the doors opened and closed six hundred and forty-two times, and he carried one thousand two hundred and fifteen people - whilst standing on the spot!
The cue word at Six Sentence Stories is Lift