ELEVATOR STORIES (1)Maurice Percy is a prissy man whom one learns to dislike. He reminds me of my 8th grade English Teacher which, in fact, is exactly what he is. He teaches English over at Rosemont High School in Greenvale, and jokingly refers to the students as his 'lucky little bastards.' “Without me, where would they be,” he smirks. “I make certain they get plenty of homework,” he constantly boasts as the years we spend trapped in the elevator accumulate, counting off on his manicured hands the number of assignments he hands out each day. I sometimes wonder if he realizes that we have been here this long, that we are still trapped inside this elevator. All of his students would be in their early thirties by now, a fact that does not seem to register when I point this out to him.
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