The Elevator Thirty-Fourth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused  trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to  put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted   to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an  elevator waiting to see who would get in.

Johnathon VIsta stepped into the elevator and then used his Bluetooth to call his best bud Anthony.

"Hey dude, how's it hanging?"

"As well as can be expected."

"Did you hear about Mrs. Knowles?"  Mrs. Knowles is Johnathon's next-door neighbor.

"That woman who lives next to you?"

"Yeah, she was arrested."

"Arrested?  She seemed so nice."

"You aren't going to believe this, she put on her daughter's school uniform and went to her middle school as her."

"What?"

"Yeah, she went to her daughter Chloe's classes and said she was her.  Didn't have any problem either.  She does look a bit young."

"What gave her away."

"It seems her daughter had overslept and then when she woke up, she went to school.  When there were two Chloe's in the third period, the sh*t hit the fan."

"No one noticed the first two periods."

"Apparently not."

"So what happened."

"I told you, she was arrested.  But after that, she kept insisting she was Chloe.  When she broke down and started crying, they had to take her to a hospital.  You know, a hospital for a 72-hour observation."

"That's too bad.  She seemed like a nice lady."

"I think so too."

"What have you been up to?"

"You know how my wife has been insisting I get my hair cut and styled in a new way?"

"Yeah."

"I did it for her.  I had the whole works done.  You know shampoo, cut, style, everything."   As part of everything, was to get his eyebrows waxed, and a total makeover of his face.

"How does it look?"

"My wife was right.  It looks great.  I'm also surprising her anyway."

"How?"

"She says I have two left feet, so I have signed up for dancing lessons."

"Dance? You?"

"I'm going to try.  I'll be in the lowest beginning class of course."

"Good luck man."

"I'm on my floor, bud.  I have to go."

A day later, Johnathon and Mrs. Knowles both ended up in the same hospital after Johnathon tried to join the beginner's ballet class with four to seven-year-old girls and refused to leave.

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