Three days had passed and not a soul had sat in the waiting room.
“I’m bored.” Gabe idly flicked through the register book. “It’s unbelievable. No-one has come to us. They can’t all have been bad.”
“You wouldn’t think so. Out of 151,600 people each day, normally we would get at least a third. Usually we’re full of people. I’ll have to get a new job if this continues.”
“You don’t think they’ve finally cracked it?” The red warning light started flashing before Peter could answer. He rushed to the controls.
“Shit” he said “The ascension angels have gone on strike.