Minor victories

The Gorse Fox is competitive by nature.

Tonight he walked out of the car park and up to the hotel as a coach load of tourists tumbled out of their luxury couch and poured into the hotel.

GF smirked. They would spend ages checking in.

The smirk was premature. They were already checked in and firing a huge queue for the lifts. GF is staying on the tenth floor. It could be a long wait.

Failing brain cells kicked into gear. There is a mezzanine floor a few steps up from the lobby. If he could catch an elevator there... And so he bounded like a mountain goat up the stairs, pressed the button and leapt into and empty lift.

One of life's little victories.