Elevator Incident

Narrator: One Bright and sunny summer morning an Egyptian Editor gets on an elevator in one of the tallest hotels in Cairo. But right as the door is shutting a hand comes and pushes the elevator doors apart. In comes a young man who looks almost Amish.

EE: HEY!! Man how’s it going!!

GB: Uhh, good I guess. How about you

EE: Great!! What’s your name man?

GB: Goodman brown puritans call me; at least I think they are puritans

EE: So I guess you’re from the US of A then

GB: Uhh the what?

EE: United States of America

GB: Umm well I’m in the American colonies.

EE: Hey! Do you want to hear a line I made…Peter picked a peck of pickled peppers.

(Emergency klaxons go off)

GB: God ohh please tell us what is happening!

EE: Well I guess the crappy electric system has failed.

GB: What does that mean?

EE: More time for talking.

GB: (sigh)

EE: So what’s your story.

GB: What do you mean?

EE: What’s your life like.

GB: Well I have a wife her name is Faith. I am a puritan but I seriously doubt the faith of Faith.

EE: Why’s that?

GB: Well one day I took a walk into the woods to test my will and faith and everybody hates the forest, because you never know there might be an Indian staring at you from behind a tree. There also could be a snake behind you about to bite your legs off! So then while I was walking I stumbled across a body of people massed in the woods I went to see what was going on and saw that they were all worshiping the Devil! The devil himself and that group of people were all my friends and my Faith!

EE: Well that bites.

GB: What brings you here?

EE: I have a meeting with my worst enemy but I don’t care.

GB: why not?

EE: well I just don’t feel mad I’m just sooooo Happy.

GB: I can tell.

EE: I don’t think there is a cure for it I’ve been to every psychiatrist, doctor, and neurologist around and they have all turned up empty.

EE: Well is that the elevator music playing.

(Doors open up)

EE: It has been great talking to you. Goodbye!

GB: Bye

Narrator: And there they went there separate ways, Goodman Brown a paranoid ghost, and The editor as happy as a psyco.