I was stuck on an elevator today for the longest 5-10 mins of my entire life.
You’d like to think you’ll be calm, collected and reasonable in these situations.....I was not.
After a few minutes of the elevator not moving or opening, I pushed the button inside to ring for help while trying to recall what happens at the end of that movie Devil where everyone is stuck in an elevator.
When a lady answered I was already in mid meltdown mode and began yelling “I need you to get me out of this elevator now!!”, while trying to claw the doors open. Unable to tell her where I was (other than my Grammys), she finally got my name. She was apologetic and very nice the entire time I was freaking out.
Thankfully my harrowing adventure came to its conclusion when the door popped open. Any longer and my tiny brain may have exploded.
Before I headed for the hills (or in this case the stairs) she wanted more information from me. I surprised myself by needing a full on minute to get my shit together. What a drama queen!
I may never ride an elevator again.
