"thanks for the lift"
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.11.03
The elevators were on the blink today at the office, and the security guard was manually making them work with a key.
As we arose with two passengers aboard, I leaned past the other passenger and said the guard, "Thanks for the lift." and followed up with a fruity chortle.
He looked at me blankly. The other passenger rolled her eyes and shook her head.