Elevator Incident Number 4

Today, I got stuck in an elevator. AGAIN. This is the fourth time. I'm terrible luck. If I'm with you, take the effing stairs.

I usually do take the stairs, if it's a humane number of flights. I work on the 30th floor. The only time I take the stairs is when I run them at lunch time, or during fire drills. That's a lot of stairs.

This time, I was on there for 25-or-so minutes, and there was a big difference to my other experiences. I was the only one stuck on there. I've heard lots of people speculate as to which there would prefer; other people (sacrificing personal space) vs. alone (generally things are more scary when you are alone). Well, now that I have so very many stuck-on-elevator experiences to drawn from, I can decisively say, in my opinion, it is much nicer to have personal space. I could move around a bit, which was seriously great.

A couple of funny/strange moments from the elevator, with a little back story. The elevator never actually moved, and I could see that it was still flush on 30. I could see this because the inner doors were open half and inch, and the outdoors a quarter inch. When someone (security or an elevator tech?) asked me where the elevator was and the door status. I told him what I just described to you. He suggested, super helpfully, "have you tried stepping out the doors?". Crash weight loss diet, here I come. The other moment that made me laugh was when security (I'm sure this time) suggested that I try the open door button. I suppose they probably had to ask, but, uh, yeah, I gave that a try.

Now, for those of you who follow my stuck-in-elevator moments, you may be wondering about Elevator Incident Number 3. Let's see, there was the one at work were we all really had to pee (20 minutes, 12 people), there was the one during the bomb scare (45 minutes, 16 people), number 4 was today....#3 was Paganello. I'll explain in my next post.