Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Millom ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or at least I thought it was. The sun’s barely up, and I’m already feelin’ the vibes of this little town. Millom, with its quirky charm, ya know?
First off, I’m stationed at the Millom Town Hall. It’s this old building on St. George’s Road. Looks like it’s been through a few wars, but it’s got character. I’m just chillin’ in my little booth, ready to press buttons and listen to the usual grumbles of folks. But today? Nah, not a chance.
So, I’m on the ground floor, right? And in walks Mrs. Thompson. Bless her heart, she’s like 80 but thinks she’s still got it. She’s got this massive handbag, like, seriously, it could fit a small dog. She’s all, “Young man, take me to the top!” I’m like, “Sure thing, Mrs. T!” I hit the button, and up we go.
Halfway up, the elevator stops. Just stops! I’m like, “Oh no, not today!” I can hear her muttering about the “state of things” and how “back in her day, elevators worked.” I’m sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna get fired for this. But then, outta nowhere, the lights flicker, and we’re back on our way. Phew!
We finally reach the top, and she struts out like she just won a gold medal. I’m just relieved, ya know? But then, as I’m about to close the doors, this kid runs in. I swear, he’s like a tornado. He’s all, “Wait! I wanna go up too!” I’m like, “Mate, you gotta wait your turn!” But he’s already in, and I’m not about to stop him.
So, I hit the button again, and up we go. But this time, the kid’s bouncing around like he’s on a sugar high. I’m trying to keep my cool, but I’m thinkin’, “What if he breaks something?” Just as I’m about to say something, the elevator jerks again. Seriously, what’s with this thing?
Now I’m panicking. I’m like, “Not again!” But the kid’s laughing, and I can’t help but chuckle too. It’s kinda funny, in a chaotic way. Finally, we reach the top, and the kid bolts out, yelling, “Best ride ever!” I’m just standing there, shaking my head.
After that, I needed a breather. So, I step outside for a quick smoke. The fresh air hits me, and I’m standing on the corner of St. George’s and Millom’s main street. The view’s not bad, really. You can see the hills in the distance, and the sea’s just a stone’s throw away. Millom’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s small, but it’s got heart.
But then, I see this commotion down the street. Turns out, there’s a dog show happening at the park. I’m like, “What the heck? I gotta see this!” So, I stroll over, and it’s packed with folks and their pooches. There’s this one dog, a massive Great Dane, just chillin’ like he owns the place. I’m cracking up, thinking, “That dog’s got more swagger than I do!”
I’m watching the show, and it’s hilarious. The judges are all serious, but the dogs? They’re just doing their thing. One little pup runs off the stage, and the owner’s chasing after it, yelling, “Come back, you little rascal!” I’m dying laughing.
But then, I get a call on my radio. It’s my boss, and he’s not happy. Apparently, the elevator’s been acting up all day. I’m like, “Yeah, no kidding!” But I can’t say that, so I just nod and promise to keep an eye on it.
Back at the Town Hall, I’m on high alert. I’m thinking, “Please, just let me get through this shift.” But of course, it’s not that easy. A group of teenagers comes in, and they’re loud. Like, really loud. They’re pushing buttons, laughing, and I’m just standing there, trying to keep my cool.
One of them, this tall kid with a beanie, looks at me and says, “Hey, mate, can we go to the roof?” I’m like, “Nah, mate, not today.” But they’re persistent. Finally, I give in. I hit the button, and up we