Friday, April 1, 2011

I fell for it.

Someone in my office sent out a mass email that said "A vendor canceled a meeting at the last minute so there are 12 boxes of pizza up for the taking! Come and get some! 18th Floor."

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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