Perfect Friday night
I need more drama in my life, that was my thought when I went out last night to buy some milk. I was thinking about it during my walk back home. So, I arrived at the door, opened it, and then I saw a couple walking into the elevator. I ran to get into the same elevator, so I did not have to wait for the next one. They pressed no 4, I pressed no 11. The elevator started. "Floor 1, floor 2, floor 3, oh I am so sick and tired of my life", the elevator thought, "I will stop now". And it stopped. Between the 3rd and 4th floor. The couple was unlucky, they needed just half floor to reach their destination. I was lucky to have them, because, ok, everyone speaks english etc, but I would not have been able to talk on the phone to the person in charge without laughing.
And believe me, I wanted to laugh so hard when this happened. I was on the phone with a friend, I told him: "I am hanging up, because I think the elevator stopped and I am in it". "What do you mean stopped? Now?" he asked. But I hung up.
We waited, I couldn't help it and took some pictures. I said to the couple that this was so funny. And they said that it is typical and it happened to them another Friday night. I concluded that they shouldn't use the elevator on Friday nights then and we all laughed. I also said that I had milk with me in case we stayed there for a long time and we wanted "food". But they answered that the person in charge for letting us out would need maximum 15 minutes to come. So we waited. I wanted to take a selfie as well, but it was too much. If I had been alone in that elevator, we would have got full album work, photographs from all over the elevator AND the rescue moment, and the rescue guy and everything. But... People came outside the stopped elevator and at that moment I realised how the zoo animals felt, because people were watching, staring, laughing and leaving.
Anyway, the adventure came to an end soon, the guy came, opened the door of the elevator and I jumped. The milk was ok. The couple was ok. And we decided to take the stairs.
Now, another adventure... They had to walk one floor up, I had many more... I did not see that coming. By the time I reached my destination, the 12th floor (the elevator goes up to the 11th and I walk up one floor), the milk was expired, the season changed, I was old and sweaty and I could not breathe. I am so fit! :)
And that was my perfect Friday night! :)
And believe me, I wanted to laugh so hard when this happened. I was on the phone with a friend, I told him: "I am hanging up, because I think the elevator stopped and I am in it". "What do you mean stopped? Now?" he asked. But I hung up.
We waited, I couldn't help it and took some pictures. I said to the couple that this was so funny. And they said that it is typical and it happened to them another Friday night. I concluded that they shouldn't use the elevator on Friday nights then and we all laughed. I also said that I had milk with me in case we stayed there for a long time and we wanted "food". But they answered that the person in charge for letting us out would need maximum 15 minutes to come. So we waited. I wanted to take a selfie as well, but it was too much. If I had been alone in that elevator, we would have got full album work, photographs from all over the elevator AND the rescue moment, and the rescue guy and everything. But... People came outside the stopped elevator and at that moment I realised how the zoo animals felt, because people were watching, staring, laughing and leaving.
Anyway, the adventure came to an end soon, the guy came, opened the door of the elevator and I jumped. The milk was ok. The couple was ok. And we decided to take the stairs.
Now, another adventure... They had to walk one floor up, I had many more... I did not see that coming. By the time I reached my destination, the 12th floor (the elevator goes up to the 11th and I walk up one floor), the milk was expired, the season changed, I was old and sweaty and I could not breathe. I am so fit! :)
And that was my perfect Friday night! :)
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