It's one of those things you never think will actually happen to you, but my friends, it happened to me - I got stuck in an elevator. For real stuck.
Let me set this up for you...I'm in Alabama for my cousin's wedding. Last night, we gathered for the rehearsal dinner, which was on the top floor of a high rise building. Eleven of us and a small child entered an elevator with a capacity of 21 people or 3500 pounds. If you're doing the math, we were nowhere near capacity. We push the 8th floor button, the elevator rattled, dropped a little, and we went nowhere. You may be thinking, at least you weren't up high with the chance of plummeting. True. But panic was still setting in for irrational fears of loss of oxygen or rising temperatures inside the elevator. The only reason I didn't physically faint from anxiety was a three year old little girl (who I later learned was the flower girl) was on the verge on mini meltdown because they couldn't "just fix the door". Whew.
Needless to say, we bonded with some of the bride's family and had a good laugh, once rescued by Huntsville's finest firemen. A memory made.
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