I stepped into the elevator and nearly stepped right back out, but the doors closed before I could. 40th floor. Oh, goodness, I'd have to ride up 40 floors with this wheezing, flatulent whale?
The elevator creaked to a halt on the second floor, and I nearly got off—until HE walked on. "Oh, my." And then: "Aren't you dead?"
Jimmy Stewart looked at himself. "Well, ma'am, I don't think so," he drawled in the voice that made "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington" one of the best movies ever.
I laughed an oc...
Published on November 08, 2009 07:04