Jeremy, an eight year old friend of ours, came to visit for a weekend. He is fond of fossils so we took him to the University museum to see their collection.
Jeremy had never been to a museum before and was very excited and kept us on the go for about two hours. When it was time to go up to the second level Debra suggested we take the freight elevator as her bad leg was aching. Jeremy seemed frightened by the elevator, let alone ride on it.
He asked, "Don't you know what this is, Debbie?" She assured him she knew what an elevator was. "Don't you know what kind of an elevator it is, Debbie?" "Yes, Jeremy, it is an Otis elevator. Now please get on," Debra replied.
Jeremy entered cautiously. The elevator slowly ascended. Unexpectedly its rear door opened and closed. Jeremy squealed and began bouncing around.
"Jeremy! Do you have to go to the bathroom?," Debra exclaimed.
"No!," he cried, obviously frightened by the elevator. "But when is it going to happen?"
"When is what going to happen, Jeremy?," Debra answered.
"You know, it!," he screamed.
"Jeremy," Debra said trying to remain calm, "I don't know what you are talking about. The main door will open any moment."
When we reached the second level the main door opened and Jeremy rushed out, skidded on the freshly waxed floor, and fell down panting.
"Jeremy!," she called, obviously concerned for his physical and mental state of being. "What is wrong?"
"Debbie! Don't you know? Can't you read the signs? It says fright elevator!"
Muffling her laughter she explained, "Jeremy, the sign says freight elevator."
"Oh," he replied, "let's go see some more fossils."
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