Perry’s first day on the job and his assignment turned out to be the “squealer” as the others called it. The task seemed to be the most boring job he ever had the misfortune of having to do. G – Probably Gerald, George, Gunthrie, or something completely daft – took him through the routines of button presses.
“This button starts the spinning”, G explained. “This button makes it go up, this one – faster, this, this and this button make the chairs swing out.” Perry started losing focus as G pointed to buttons too fast, his hands moving quickly and his monotonous voice could easily cause an insomniac to fall asleep. “… and this one you never touch.” Perry shook his head, clearing the fogginess. “I got it” he lied.
He watched the chairs fill with people as G stepped outside for a cigarette. He pressed the start button, and watched the chairs start spinning. Another button press, and the chairs raised, with the third speeding the lift. Then he started to lose which one came next.
Choosing a button at random caused a loud “CLICK” and the screams of joy changed to screams of terror as the chair catches released mid spin.