Saul is stuck in the elevator again and you find yourself unable to muster the smallest bit of sympathy again. Anybody can get stuck in an elevator once, but when you're pushing a dozen times, maybe you need to start considering self-castration to spare the gene pool your rotten seed.
You grab the elevator keys and take the stairs to the second floor. You hear Saul whimpering as you pry the exterior shaft doors open.
"Mack?" he cries pathetically. "Is that you?"
"Yeah, Saul," you sigh as you lower the rope ladder into the shaft, "it's me."
"I don't like it, Mack!" whines Saul. "The elevator is so hard. There's all these buttons, and the buttons have words and when you press the buttons they light up and it's just so confusing."
"I know, Saul," you say, rolling your eyes as you climb through the emergency hatch into the elevator.
Saul rushes toward you and wraps you in a warm embrace. "I was so scared, Mack!" he cries as his tears wet your shoulder.
You pat his back with one hand and reach out with the other to switch off the emergency stop, which Saul tripped because he can't help but touch things that are red.
The elevator whirs as it rises to the second floor. Saul let's out a sigh of relief as the doors roll open.
You both step out into the hallway.
Saul straightens his blazer, clears his throat, and dries his eyes. He produces a hundred dollar bill from his pocket and hands it to you. "Same arrangement as always?" he asks.
"Yeah," you say simply.
"I appreciate your discretion," he whispers.
"No problem, boss."