Keno is Lame!

Yesterday was a rough day. It seemed Murphy’s Law was in full effect and everything that could go wrong did going wrong.

I was rushing to work after a colossally hectic morning and like clockwork, there was a police incident on my train. I just love waiting for bozos to be arrested in the morning. After arriving at my station, I did some intense speed-walking to my office. I plowed through the revolving door and began searching for my building ID. It was nowhere to be found. Crap, I left that sucker at home.

After convincing the Security Guard I was not a terrorist, but an employee, I whipped through the turnstile like a kid at an amusement park and jumped in an empty elevator. I sighed with relief. As the door was closing, I saw a chubby hand surge through the gap. The elevator door opened. I hate it when that happens especially since my office is on one of the top floors. The man went over to the wall of buttons and pressed “15”. Then he pressed “18”. After pressing 2 floors, he leaned a little bit closer to get a good look and finally pressed “20”. Are you kidding me?!?! There’s no way this man just pressed 3 buttons.

This is not a game of Keno buddy.