Great! Epona, Kaz: thanks for those.
I've got a few comments about both of them, but haven't the time to write 'em up just now. For the time being, here's a 'funny':
I seem to be some sort of janitor or security guard. I am walking through an industrial area with a lot of construction work going on. It is time for me to lock up for the day, so I travel to an upper layer of offices via a big lift and go to check that nobody is still about. To my horror, I realise that a big bunch of workers have decided to have a party in one of the offices. I open the door and start shouting at them to get out. This is when it becomes a little like a Monty Python sketch. I stand beside the door, ushering them out and I realise that I have a lot more people here then I originally thought. For ages and ages I stand by the door and they filter through person after person until the corridor is jammed full of people moaning and griping. When they are all out and I close the door I find I now have a veritable horde of people on my hands, certainly far more then could have ever fit into that one office. Perplexed, I am now faced with the problem of how to get them to the lower level. “Alright!” I say. “We’ll use Big Bertha!” Leading the way, I take them down a corridor and eventually we reach the most massive pair of elevator doors I have ever seen. They are many meters wide, and the roof appears to have been extended to accommodate the fact that they also many meters tall. I step up to the doors and with a deep resounding “DING” they slide open. The area inside the lift is vast. It would put most high school meeting halls to shame and has a thick lustrous carpet over it’s floor and walls. Pleasant music drifts relaxingly from several wall-mounted speakers. “Everybody in!” I say, herding the masses of people as they charge into the cavernous expanse. It takes some minutes for the laughing and chatting partygoers to get on board, but once they do I step in with them and the doors slide closed with a large booming sound. Pushing my way through the jam of people, I reach the control panel for the lift. I am about to press the button that will allow the lift to descend when I notice a small plaque just above the control panel. It reads:
‘Welcome to Big Bertha lifts and co, we hope you enjoy your ride!’
And just below that:
‘Weight limit: One.’
“Oh dear,” was all I could say, as a large creaking sound came from above our heads.
Then I woke up! And, after a few seconds, burst out laughing!
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"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure."
[This message has been edited by Sharpedge (edited 09-19-2001).]