[ 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 .

`` Can you hit fifty two for me?'' asked Mike as he entered the elevator. Jim continued to text on his cellphone. Mike rolled his eyes and hit the button with a sarcastic `` Thank you.'' 
 
 The music sounded spriny and sun-shiney, the type that made Mike want to careen out of his office window into the streets below. 
 
 `` Goddamn, what is this hideous shit?'' he asked to no-one, fully accepting that Jim was n't listening. 
 
 `` It's good music, get some fucking taste, you hippy,'' Jim uttered. 
 
 `` It sounds like the music that school-teacher bitch had on when I was fucking her while her husband was downstairs,'' Mike remembered. `` That was a good day.'' 
 
 `` Is her name Martha?'' asked Jim. 
 
 `` Yeah,'' Mike confirmed. 
 
 `` She's not a school teacher, she's a prostitute, dumbass,'' Jim chided. 
 
 `` What about the husband?'' Mike asked. 
 
 `` What about him? You really think he could n't hear you? Fuck, I walk right past him with my dick out when I go over there,'' Jim relayed. He tipped his hat and got off at his floor. 
 
 `` I hope you used a condom,'' Mike said as Jim was leaving. `` Because she told me she's got syphallis.'' The elevator door closed with Jim's eyes widened as he looked back.
