David steps onto elevator and nods at business woman. She smiles back. The elevator stops at another floor.
“Weird,” The woman says, “It never picks people up on it’s way down in the mornings.”
Slick business man enters elevator, pretends not to notice anyone.
Elevator stops again, on twelve. A workman enters, carrying large canvas bags, the kind used to move money, with locks.
“Is that money in there?” The business man asks.
“Oh no.” The workman replies.
“‘Bout to say, my car is parked right out front.”
“You don’t want what’s in these bags.”
“What do you got, a bomb in there?”
“Ain’t nothin’ in these bags but time.”
-Awkward silence for the next eight floors.-
End.
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Cue twilight zone music.
That made my day. Love, love, LOVE bizarre exchanges like that; especially when teetering close to prophetic. Except for the whole crazy part.
Good stuff.
Now that I think about it, he could have been talking about thyme…the spice… although I don’t think so.
What would one do with a bag of time, I wonder…