The office manager sent us another email. It’s always helpful to learn about sad news through stories and fairy tales, rather than confronting the harsh reality of the situation head on.
Greetings,
Once upon a time there was a proud little elevator named Car #3 that lived in a older B class building in the middle of a great big city.
Car #3 was proud because he could not only deliver people but also freight.
Because of this special multi- tasking talent, Car # 3 thought he was better than the mean and kinda foppish pretty boy Car #1 and the sweet but ever so slightly masculine girl Car #2
He had always been strong and knew he could always out preform .
Or so he thought…
One morning Car #3 was bringing down some rubbish to the Lobby of the older B class building in the middle of the great big city when he started to notice that it was harder and even harder and then impossible to get up off of the Lobby floor.
Car #3 pushed and pulled with all of his might but he just couldn’t rise to the occasion.
Something was definitely wrong…
He was sick…
He had burnt out his motor.
THE END
ELEVATOR CAR #3 IS OUT OF SERVICE FOR REPAIRS UNTIL MONDAY!
PLEASE TAKE THE STAIRS WHENEVER POSSIBLE.

