- Monday, March 07, 2005
I was the last to leave the office one Friday evening and managed to lock myself out without
my overcoat and wallet.
Kneeling in a deserted hallway to try picking an electronic lock with a paper clip, I heard
the seam of suit trousers rip apart.
About then I realised I needed a screwdriver to remove the lock plate, and said so aloud.
Seconds later the elevator doors next to my office opened, revealing a screwdriver in the
middle of the floor.
There was a crackle from the wall speaker next to the elevator.
"This is security," said a voice.
"There's your screwdriver. . . . .
. . . . Sorry, but I don't have any needle or thread for your pants."
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