'Scuse me, but haven't we been through this before?
Oh yeah. THEN.
You'd think that was a once-in-a-lifetime event, wouldn't you? I would. Especially when you'd calculate the astronomical odds of it happening again IN THE SAME FRICKIN' ELEVATOR!
At least this time I was alone. No freaked-out Nervous Lady. No rude men. Just little ol' me.
Yesterday started off normally. Got up. Drove to work. Pressed the elevator button on the basement level to take me to my third floor office where my precious life-sustaining coffeemaker awaited.
As normal, the elevator door opened.
As normal, I stepped in.
As normal still, I pressed "3" and the door closed.
Then something very ABnormal happened. Everything went black.
I am sure it was less than a minute, but those few seconds seemed like an eternity as the worst-case-scenario thoughts sprang to mind:
Was I going up already?
If so, am I going to plunge downward to my death (or as the very least, to my slight-injury)?
And why the heck can't I find my damn cellphone so I can at least shed some light on my untimely demise?
Because it was DARK. Absolute black. No lights on the control panel. Nothing. Like total sensory deprivation. And then I remembered my previous encounter with this Evil Elevator...
so I once again called upon my Super Powers and pulled open the door! My irrational fears were unfounded; I hadn't moved beyond the basement level... geez. How embarassing.
I stepped out of the ex-elevator-now-cave, as two people stopped to ask whether I was in there when the power went out.
I acted cool. "Oh yeah. No prob."
*Ahem*. Yep. I can ACT too.
But I do believe someone is hinting that I should start taking the stairs more often.
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