[ MP ] Absolutely hideous elevator music combined with an unusually long trip prompts two very different people to have a short , but inevitablely awkward conversation that reveals they are both complete and utter bastards .

Gerald checks his watch; the time is 1:56. 
 `` Well let's hope he's home'' he mumbles as he picks up his briefcase and heads for the elevator door. 
 
 He calls the elevator to the lobby, and checks the room number on the envelope in his jacket pocket. 
 
 The elevator doors slide open with a satisfactory dinging. 
 
 As Gerald enters, he hears the all too familiar cry of desperation from outside the doors. 
 `` Hold that elevator please!'' calls a stranger down the hall. 
 
 Gerald raises his briefcase between the sliding doors, preventing them from closing, allowing The Stranger to slip inside. 
 
 `` Thank you sir, I appreciate a bit of not-so-common courtesy!'' 
 
 `` Oh, it's no problem'' Gerald replies; `` What floor?'' 
 
 `` 76 please'' says The Stranger. 
 
 `` Well that's me as well'' 
 
 Gerald presses the button, and stands back. He lifts the sleeve of his jacket to check his watch. 1:58. 
 
 The two men stand silently, thoughts drowned out by the loud elevator music belting from the speaker above their heads. The Stranger begins to hum along, and Gerald tries desperately to remember where he had heard this warm string melody before. 
 
 `` You do n't happen to know the name of this song do you?'' asks Gerald; `` I'm sure it's familiar to me'' 
 
 `` No idea'' replies The Stranger; `` It just seems rather nice. I'm George by the way'' 
 
 `` Gerald'' he says, shaking George's outstretched hand. 
 
 `` What do you do George?'' he asks. 
 
 `` Oh, I'm a process server. I have papers to serve a Victor Gonzales on floor 76. What about yourself Gerald?'' 
 
 `` What a coincidence. I'm serving Mr. Gonzales as well.'' 
 
 The two men check their watches in unison. 
 
 *Ding* 
 
 Edit: grammar
