On my way out of the building yesterday afternoon, something happened to me that has never happened to me before...and I hope it never happens to me again. I got stuck in the elevator. As it turns out, I'm not great under pressure.
Let me start from the beginning...
I've started taking the bus to and from work to cut down on the mileage that I'm putting on my leased car so I left work a little later than normal. I'd hate to leave at the normal departure time and then stand in the brewing storm until the bus came. I'd be a lightening magnet for sure with this polka-dotted umbrella!
On the way out, my co-worker, Sandy, and I joined three other ladies in the elevator on the 7th floor. Sandy used to work with one of the gals so she was asking about her daughters on our descent to the ground floor. Apparently, one of them just got engaged to her boyfriend of 11 years. My response, "Whoa! That's a long time!" Well, it is.
The woman...let's just call her Jean...had just started to say that the couple was going to wait until 2014 for the nuptials so that the bride-to-be could finish school as she was just....GASP! Oh great...the elevator stopped.
We all look around at each other with our jaws on the floor. I break the ice with, "Thank God there aren't more people in here!" Another woman chimes in with, "Thank God I'm not alone." And a third woman says, "Thank God I just used the bathroom."
The number on the elevator changed from "4" to "- -", which can't be good. My first thought is that the building got hit by lightening...this damn polka-dotted umbrella!
Jean pushes the alarm and the phone button, which goes right to the useless security office in the office. As she's telling them that we're stuck in the elevator, we start to move but the floor numbers never appear. After a few seconds that seemed like several minutes, the elevator doors open and we're at the ground floor.
We all safely exit and I say, "Ladies, we just bonded!" Don't ask...I was nervous.
The security officer at the front desk doesn't even give us a second glance. Thanks, sir. We're fine.
We didn't have enough time to coordinate a perfectly timed jump to trick the elevator or talk about what we were going to do if we ever got out, like in You've Got Mail. I was just hoping I didn't miss the bus.
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