The elevator in my building is somewhat suspect in that its reliability is questionable. From time to time it just doesn't work. The repairman comes, shakes his head, flips a few switches and "viola" it works again. Fortunately, this is not a tall building or I probably wouldn't ever get in it. I remember getting into the elevator at the Sears Tower in Chicago and being a little apprehensive - but I digress.
Anyway - this morning I got into the elevator to go up to the copier. The doors closed and nothing happened. I just stood there for awhile - thinking that the elevator thought processes would kick in and I'd be on the move shortly. But no. I stood there for about a minute, weighing my options. There weren't many. There is a little phone inside the elevator but I knew I'd feel like a real dork calling whoever is on the other end and telling them I was stuck in the elevator. Good thing I didn't.
Apparently you have to push the button of the floor you want to go to. Who knew?
I'm just glad I figured that out before I made the phone call. It's not even Monday.
2 comments:
I hate it when that happens! That's pretty funny!
Sheesh. They should include operating directions on those things!!! :-)
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