Deep Listening - Lonely Lobby

I hear the ding of an elavator door followed by the rush of air and soft whine of hydraulics. A backpack rustles and and zipped up. The ventilation drones on after the lone person exits. For minutes it drones on. Voices in the hallway soften the drone. A door opens and closes. Janitors are coming discussing cleaning. The word vacuum is uttered. Chairs rake the carpet as they are pushed and pulled. The double doors whoosh open and shut. Tennis shoes patter by. The vacuum enters as promised with a whine, whoosh, and roar. The door is the only interruption to several minutes of groaning, buzzing, and blowing from the sweeper as it makes its rounds. The vacuum sighs and whines to a sudden stop. The operator chatters to "Thomas." Banter lasts a couple of sentences and tithe vaccuum is once more raked over the smoothly tiled and carpeted floor. The vacuum spools away and the ever present drone is no longer the lesser of sounds. A bag of chips crackles and my time is done.