Electrocuted in the elevator

The number "6" had the life punched out of it. You could see the "6" hanging crooked, back to the circuit board, funny-colored wires sticking out like Medusa hairs. I work on floor 6. When I scan my security pass, I find my index finger can't index anything - fleetingly I fear electrocution. Hah! on the elevator on the way to work, what a way to go. My co-workers laugh and quickly hit "6" on the right hand panel of the elevator. Fortunately, that digit still sat courteously punchable in its proper spot on the wall. Watch out for some angry guy, they said, I stepped out into the hallway.