If he was a chook he would have been pecking at the ground, its nose picking up all the little bits of this and that in the ground.
Eventually, because the rest of the guys were in minor twitches of mirth, he said, rather sheepishly. "My lift is stuck on the ground."
Someone said rather loudly: "Take the stairs"
"Not that kind of a lift, you git," growled Gerald.
After a few minutes of silence, one or two "Ohs" were murmured.
It was not long before Dr Google was passing his phone around.
Here's what he had on the screen:
Now there is no lift, no tap and the V doesn't help!