Make a break for it

"Ellen," I said. "Would you be an absolute dear and hold these for me, please?" I lifted my remaining boxes up and on top of hers before she had any chance to respond.

"What in tarnation" She exclaimed at the extra weight.

"Can I... can I see it?"

"I don't actually have it with me."

"Hmmm, I see."

"What? You don't believe me?"

"I... It's just a bit far-fetched is all."

"What exactly are you insinuating?"

"You're in the advertising department."

"And?"

"You're paid to lie..."

I ducked under Ellen's box, snuck under and through the door behind it to the stairwell. I closed the door behind me and pulled my shirt closed.

"Oh great. A traffic jam just before the elevators."

"Hello, Ellen, did you drop these boxes? Here let me put them back up on your stack."

"What? No! WAIT! They're not mine!"

Phew! That was waaaaay too close!

Whose stupid idea was it to walk the corridors dressed like this?!

I stood on a landing between two flights of stairs, one set going up and the other down.

I tried to button my shirt back up.

Whoa, these holes have sure stretched a lot more! I'd better hurry down to the postroom and then.

"We could be stuck here ages. Why don't we just take the stairs instead of the elevators?"

SAY WHAT?!!

"I think you're right."

"Yep."

_D: _Still playing cat and mouse games.

_A: _Indeed.