Sometimes an elevator is a means to reach a higher floor, and sometimes it is a death trap, an unconventional weapon.
It happened to all of us.
We enter the elevator, press the desired floor button, the door closes and the elevator leaps up. We are usually joined by other people who also want to get to a certain floor.
So was the case of G.R., who got in the elevator after a long lunch that included beans, soy, peas, hamburger and potatoes in deep oil, cola and turnip, Jerusalem artichoke, chickpeas, lentils, beans, apricots, broccoli, onions and garlic, followed by two meetings that lasted longer than expected and did not allow him to vacate, thus deciding the fate of two women.
To the regret of Mrs. N.S. And Mrs. L.P. Standing behind him, he did not control his sphincters, or did not want to control, and the rest, as they say, is particularly stinking history.
The emergency crews who broke down the elevator door had nothing left to do but smell the horror. Three of them vomited in the hallway, another dripped blood from his eyes and another forgot his cell phone in the car.
L.P. died on the spot, one final look full of disgust, astonishment and terror on her face. One hand blocked her nose, the other grabbed her throat. In her last moments she longed for clean air, in vain.
Attempts to resuscitate N.S. failed on the way to the hospital. Cause of death: stench.
Luckily for G.R., he was born a anosmic and so was not at all aware of the commotion that occurred behind him during the journey up.
He went down the desired floor and continued his day as usual, until police knocked on his door with an arrest warrant. The charge: causing death by negligence. Oh the irony – the release will cost him some prison time.
G.R.’s attorney claims that it’s not G.R. who needs to be sued, but his sphincters. The sphincters’ attorney preferred not to comment at this point, saying he would keep his claims to trial.
The prosecution has announced that it will soon declare war on another veteran enemy: children peeing in the pool.