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You might think your mother is the next thing to Mary the mother of Jesus. But if your father tells you the full story, you’ll realize she’s Satan’s 2IC
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At my old office, there was a rule nobody could explain.
Never press the elevator button twice.
Just once.
If you pressed it twice, the receptionist would calmly say, “Don’t do that.”
No one knew why.
Naturally, on my third day, I pressed it twice.
Nothing happened.
The elevator came, I got in, went to the 7th floor, did my work. Normal day.
But when I came down for lunch, the receptionist stopped me.
“Did you press the elevator button twice this morning?”
I laughed. “Yeah. Why?”
She stared at me for a moment, then picked up the phone.
“Maintenance? It happened again.”
I thought she was joking.
Two guys from building maintenance arrived within minutes.
One of them asked, “Which floor?”
“Lobby,” she said.
The man sighed, like someone who had done this too many times.
Then he looked at me.
“Next time,” he said, “just press it once.”
I nodded, confused.
They opened the elevator control panel and started checking wires.
I shrugged it off.
The next morning, I walked into the lobby.
The receptionist looked relieved when she saw me.
“Good,” she said quietly.
“Good what?”
“You came back.”
I laughed. “Of course I did. I work here.”
She didn’t laugh.
Instead, she asked:
“You didn’t take the elevator again yesterday, right?”
“Yeah, around 6 p.m.”
Her face went pale.
“You shouldn’t have.”
My stomach dropped a little.
“Why?”
She didn’t answer.
She just pointed at the elevator.
“Look.”
Next to the call button was a small brass plaque I had somehow never noticed.
It read:
“Installed: 1998”
Below it was a second line scratched into the metal.
“Button malfunction reported: 17 times.”
Under that were names.
Seventeen names.
I recognized one immediately.
The guy whose desk I had taken when I joined the company.
I looked back at the receptionist.
“That’s weird.”
She nodded slowly.
“Every time someone presses the button twice, the elevator stops on the 7th floor first.”
“That’s my floor.”
“I know.”
A chill ran through me.
“So what’s the problem?”
She hesitated.
Then said quietly:
“The problem is… the elevator doesn’t go to the 7th floor.”
It is actually bad behaviour and a red flag to be materialistic when you're not making the money to fund the materialism. You should be focused on your actual needs and important bills by order of priority.
You can't be materialistic on another person's pocket. Go and sit down
"Nigeria is a very corrupt country and christianity in Nigeria has produced docile and self centered people who don't hold their government accountable"
Do you agree?