
Well, I, never one to turn down free food, make the journey from the 6th floor up to the 18th. I knew something was up when the elevator wouldn't even let me push the "18" button. A light that said "restricted floor" kept popping up. I turned to the gentleman in the elevator with me and said (and I quote), "Is this button broken? What is going on?"
Gentleman: "I believe that floor is still under construction."
Me: "Well I am clearly confused on where I am going."
So I take the elevator up to the 21st floor and walk down the stairs to 18. I don't give up easily. I get to 18 only to find a big ole lock in my face. "How odd", I thought, "Must have been the 17th floor."
The 17th floor is deserted. I have to climb over desks to get back to the elevators. No pizza on 17.
I take the long ride back to my desk without pizza. I look at the email again and realize that its a fake email address and phone number and I 100% fell for it. Foolish me, who is now desperately craving pizza.
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