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Lights flickered as the elevator came to a screeching halt. “Perfect,” Brian groaned to his two fellow passengers. “As if I needed something else to go wrong today.”
“I know what you mean,” a young woman agreed. “It was bad enough that I had to work overtime. Now I’m completely wiped out and I just want to get home.”
Brian gave a sympathetic yawn. “I’m always tired these days.”
“How long has this been going on?” This question came from a man dressed in a white lab coat. Brian immediately guessed that he was a doctor.
Maybe this is my day after all. If I’m lucky, I may get a free consultation out of this.
“Oh, about a month,” Brian replied casually.
“Have you been getting enough sleep?”
“When I can, but I just don’t have time. Anything you can recommend?”
The elevator started moving again, and Brian glared at the doors, hoping for another stall.
“Well, have you heard of Lightning Rush?”
Brian shook his head, but the woman put in, “It’s that new energy drink.”
“That’s the one. I’ve seen it help a lot of people like you.”
Brian hesitated. “Energy drinks are bad for you, though.”
“Where did you hear that?” The doctor folded his hands patiently.
“I dunno. It’s just common knowledge.”
“It’s a common misconception, you mean.”
He was still dubious. “But too much of it…”
“To much of anything is bad for you. To much exercise or even water is bad for you.”
The elevator doors slid open and Brian exited thoughtfully. “I think I’ll take your advice.”
The doctor waved goodbye. “Good luck.”
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Margaret watched one of the elevator passengers exit on the ground floor before she and the remaining man continued their downward descent toward the basement garage. At least, momentarily. The elevator stuck again, and Margaret heaved a sigh.
“So, how long have you been a doctor?” she asked, making conversation.
The man smiled and gently chided, “You shouldn’t believe everyone in a lab coat is a doctor.”
She blushed. “You’re right. So, what do you do?”
“I’m an actor. I just finished filming a commercial for Lightning Rush energy drinks.”
“I should have guessed.”
Fully embarrassed, Margaret couldn’t wait for the elevator to get moving again.
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