Haunted by Hank
I work in an historic building downtown. It was once a hotel and purported to be the place where Hank Williams spent his last night before he died. It is rumored that he was actually already dead when his chauffer took him from the building as he was pronounced dead in West VA. Anyway, for the last week or so, I’ve been noticing that the elevator stops of its own volition on the fourth floor when I am on it by myself. No one ever gets on, and there is no one in the elevator but me. I said something in passing the other day to someone else on the elevator who actually DID get on the elevator from the fourth floor that at least this time it wasn’t a stop for nothing. She asked me if “Hank” was bothering me. She said he ‘plays’ on the elevators sometimes.
Well today, same thing, on the way BACK this time, the elevator stops on the fourth floor, no one gets in. As the doors were closing I murmured “Hey Hank!” As soon as the doors closed, the elevator was filled with the smell of Faberge Brut Aftershave. How do I know it was Brute? It was my dad’s favorite (well that and Old Spice) and I am intimately familiar with its scent. And guess who was my dad’s all time favorite entertainer? You got it - Hank Williams! I just thought it was interesting that as soon as I acknowledged his presence, I smelled the Brut. It was kind of a weird feeling, knowing I was “Haunted by Hank” today.
Well today, same thing, on the way BACK this time, the elevator stops on the fourth floor, no one gets in. As the doors were closing I murmured “Hey Hank!” As soon as the doors closed, the elevator was filled with the smell of Faberge Brut Aftershave. How do I know it was Brute? It was my dad’s favorite (well that and Old Spice) and I am intimately familiar with its scent. And guess who was my dad’s all time favorite entertainer? You got it - Hank Williams! I just thought it was interesting that as soon as I acknowledged his presence, I smelled the Brut. It was kind of a weird feeling, knowing I was “Haunted by Hank” today.