Airlock
When I got into work the other two people who work in the same room as me weren’t there yet, so the door to the office was closed and locked. I looked around for someone to let me in, and eventually found Orlando, the janitor, and asked him to do it for me. He came, along with a young, very attractive assistant who I had never seen before. I didn’t catch his name. They had the key, but for some reason they wanted to avoid using it if they could. The hot assistant tried to get in by peeling back the seal over the lock mechanism, which was made out of the same kind of sticky posterboard that UPS Priority Mail envelopes use for their seals, and he got it off and got the door open. But then we remembered that the door was a double-door airlock-type system, so even though we got one door open, there was still another one to force. Once we got that one open, though, my boss Allison started yelling from inside the office that the doors were locked because she was changing and we shouldn’t come in anyway.
