I was stuck in an elevator once.
I was in college, on my way to a job interview. The elevator was supposed to deposit me on the 9th floor a perfect 6 minutes before my interview time. But somewhere between the 4th and 5th floor, the elevator jolted to a stop, the doors slightly ajar, revealing my position of being stuck between floors. Frustrated that my plan to arrive at the perfect time was being hacked to pieces, I reach for my phone. No service.
I push the “door close” button, the 9th floor button again, and the lobby button again. Nothing.
I press the button with a phone on it. “Security” I hear coming from a circle of holes in the metal plate above the elevator buttons.
“Ummm, yeah. I’m in the elevator on the East side of the building, and it’s stuck. It stopped between the 4th and 5th floor.”
“uuhhhhh….really? Did you push the buttons?”
“Yes I pushed the buttons! That’s the best you’ve got? Get me out of here!”
About 45 minutes later I hear sirens, a fire truck had come to my rescue. I hear low rumbling chatter and I can’t make out what the voices are saying, but within minutes the elevator doors close and the metal box I’d been trapped in slowly moves towards the lobby. When the doors open I’m met by a group of 5 firemen, who all cheer when the doors open. I laugh.
“How’d you get stuck?!” A charming young fireman says with a slight smile, “Did you push the buttons?”
“Yes I pushed the buttons, it didn’t help,”
I thanked them, and quickly left. Making my way to the 9th floor, hoping that my interview was still salvageable after an hour, I decide to take the stairs in spite of the 5 inch heels I’d chosen to wear that day.
Finally in front of the hiring manager who had written me off when I didn’t show up on time, I plead my case. After all, it really was a great excuse for being late.
“That was you?! I heard about that,” He said after I’d explained the past hour, “Did you push the buttons?”
“Yes I pushed the buttons!”
Needless to say, I did not get the job.