Ding for Service

That shiny brass bell knob was sitting right there beside the ink pad, gleaming under the warm ceiling lamp. Leaving it alone? Not happening. I dashed across the smooth wood counter, planted my feet on a discarded roll of packing tape, and launched straight up into the air. Slam! I landed both heels clean on the rounded brass plunger with all my weight. Ting! A crystal-clear chime rang out across the quiet lobby, vibrating right through my soles. I dropped into a neat crouch as the brass dome hummed, perfectly echoing in the empty room. Instant response, mission accomplished!