I was at work one warm summer day. Looking back, I can’t say that there was anything much different that day except perhaps my happy focus on the Choco-Chiller drink I’d just bought from a local purveyor of fine beverages.
I was on my way back to work and got into an elevator. The doors started to close and I was ready for the long lonely rise to the top.
Just then, I saw someone approaching the elevator and being a decent sort, I waved my arm between the doors to stop them from closing. Nobody could have predicted what was to happen next.
It worked. My waving my arm between the doors worked so well that the doors stopped dead in their tracks and remained stuck a few inches ajar. I was trapped!
The stuck doors caused an alarm to sound. This woke the slumbering and never vigilant lobby security officer who ambled over to assess the situation. He could see me through the space in the doors.
You okay in there?
You're not feeling panic or anything are you?
Slurp. I sought solace in my icy drink.
A second security officer arrived on the scene.
Sir, are you alright in there?
Did you try pushing the open door button?
Okay sir, I need you to try that again.
Nothing happened. They turned around and conferred for a few seconds. Sleepy turned around and said we're going to call for elevator maintenance. They started to walk away.
I set my chiller down and pried the doors apart. I picked my chiller up and got in the other elevator and went back to work.
I hope that by telling my story, I can help you avoid the same trauma I felt. I beseech you, never drink a Choco-Chiller too fast. It will freeze the fuck out of your brain and make your face hurt.
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