Chapter 3
Tristan walked into the courthouse carrying his green motorcycle helmet. He did as he was directed by security, placing the helmet on the belt and removing his wallet, keys, and phone from his pockets and stepped through the metal detector. He was clear.
Though he was glad he didn't have to face any trouble with anything metallic, he was still irked because he had to go to the Clerk of the Court to pay off a traffic citation he had received about a week prior. He could swear the speedometer only read 60 mph! The cop was totally lying, he was not going 80!
This is so effed up, it's almost hilarious. He thought to himself. He had to pay a $200 fine for a crime he refused to admit he committed. Of course, he knew he was in the wrong, but his pride wouldn't let him admit he had, in fact, gone over the speed limit.
He continued down the hallways and saw a sign on the wall next to a pair of elevator doors. So he had to be on floor 8, huh? How big does this place need to be? Jeez. He pushed the UP button and waited a few seconds. The doors opened, revealing three other people in there. They got off as Tristan and four other people entered. He quickly pushed 8 and watched the others push for their floors.
Annoyed that the doors were still open, he pushed the CLOSE DOORS button. And so the elevator began its slow ascent. As the elevator slowly cruised past the seventh floor, he noted there were still two other people in there who were getting off, too. Then a sudden thought came to him.
"Oh Ra, oh Ra, oh Ra!" He panicked. "No, no, no, no, no! We're stuck! WE'RE STUCK!" He screamed, running frantically and pushing all the buttons. "I PUSHED CLOSE DOORS THEN LEVEL EIGHT! THAT MEANS THE DOORS WILL STAY CLOSED AND I CAN'T GET OFF; WHAT AM I GONNA DO?!"
The other passengers didn't know how to respond. The female touched his shoulder and started repeating, "Calm down, it will open, surely. You didn't break anything. Please calm down, everything will be fine. Just wait, you'll see."
As the elevator stopped at Floor 8, Tristan desperately started trying to claw at the doors in a failed attempt to open them with his bare hands. He grunted stressfully, unable to pull apart the doors when suddenly there was a bell noise and the doors smoothly opened, revealing their destination.
Tristan gave a shy blush. "Heh…" He rubbed the back of his head nervously and ran out. After a moment, he straightened himself up and calmly walked onward, the two other commuters watching incredulously.
When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, and then act as if you're embarrassed when they open themselves.