Keep the Day Job!

Whitechapel Luxury Condos
Main Desk

Weyland enters the lobby. Scoundrel is at the desk, pencil in hand, looking at a sheet of paper with several hash marks on it.

Weyland: Mornin'.

Scoundrel: Hey.

Weyland: What's up?

Scoundrel points at the front of the lobby with a nod: See that sign?

Weyland looks. A sign on one of the lobby doors reads (in billboard-sized print): AUTOMATIC DOOR CANNOT BE OPERATED. PLEASE USE REVOLVING DOOR OR SEE CONCIERGE FOR ASSISTANCE. THANK YOU.

Weyland: Yeah, okay? So?

Scoundrel grunts as one of the inside doors open and a resident walks through the lobby: Watch.

The man walks up to the inoperative door and hits the button serveral times. Click click click.

Man: Is something wrong? The door won't open!

Scoundrel: It's busted. Use the revolving door.

Man mumbles under his breath and exits.

Scoundrel makes another mark on his paper: And that guy makes a hundred thousand dollars a year....

Weyland rubs his jaw: Not good. How many like him so far?

Scoundrel shows him the paper.

Weland: Ouch.

Scoundrel: That's a lotta dumb m*therf*kers, man...

Another man's voice: What the h*ll's wrong with the door?!

author: Weyland Smith