Death Strikes the 1st of August

Yesterday, a Window Cleaner was cleaning the glass shaft of an elevator at a building in Chinatown. He died of massive head inujuries after the elevator crushed him while he cleaned.

It happened in the afternoon on North Hill Street.

At the time I was in a production meeting, drinking a coke zero. My boss was explaining the importance of his not having to repeat things. Then I gave a briefing on how our Vonage phone system was a failure because every time we picked up the phone it sounded like we were talking to Twiki from Buck Rogers in the 25th Century.

Meanwhile, over the hill, a man's head was being crushed by an elevator in Chinatown.