A victim of satnav expelled from the city where all good lift men belong. Grift panicked a little. Then he panicked a little bit more before driving outwards in a slightly reckless fashion.
There was a lot of lost in this neighbourhood. How did the people ever get home for their dinners?
In desperation Grift admitted to himself that he was lost, the situation hopeless, out of hand and beyond his control. Happy with giving up Grift grimaced, pulled over and asked for directions.
The gardener pointed and waved his arms around a lot to help him speak. He talked of the old days when this was all a farm. The gardener explained all about milking cows and fondly remembered a good old dog and a nice neighbourly girl he used to know.
The gardener shook his head at progress, chuckled at the elevator repairman's dilemma, smiled and finally he told Grift where to go.
He went up and down, up and down, up and down, happily doing his little bit for global warming. Nearly there now. Only the edging to finish before a beer. A beer he could share with that old neighbour girl who is his now wife of fifty years.
“WTF there it is!” A vision of multi storied magnificence. A grubby office building had climbed out of a pocket of commercial unrest. Grift was saved. There would be an elevator that needed him and possibly a vending machine to keep them both company while Grift worked.
As Grift jerked the work truck to a stop his phone rang. “Yes Boss. Yes Boss. Yes Boss… Yes … B...”