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!’