I was staying at the top floor of a very bad hotel. The service was horrid, the environment was unhealthy, I couldn't wait to get out. I was in such a hurry I didn't bother with my baggage.

I get on the elevator.

"Bottom floor!" I say emphatically to the elevator operator.

Without a word he closes the door, starts down, and stops at the next floor.

He opens the door and there is no one there. He waits, and waits, and waits, and I am getting mad.

He finally closes the door and starts down again.

Then a light lights up on the panel from a higher floor. He stops the elevator and goes back up!

He opens the door, no one there and he waits, and waits, and waits.

This time I am speaking up.

"What is your problem?" Go....down!"

He waits a little more then closes the door and starts down.

Finally, I thought.

He stops again, opens the door, no one there. He waits, and waits, and waits.

I am getting furious!

"Are you insane?"

He yawns and shuts the door, another light from and upper floor, he stops the elevator and goes back up again!

Am I in a nightmare?

Finally we are descending again but the irregular pattern repeats itself, down, stop, up, stop, down, stop, up, down....on and on.

No amount of screaming on my part makes any difference. He acts like he can't hear me.

We finally reach the bottom floor.

I am relieved to see the front door from the elevator but I have to know something before I go out into the free air.

"What is your name?" I ask him.

"Weight Loss", he says.

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