Elevator

So on the agenda of things to do today, getting stuck in the elevator was not one of them.  Sophia called me around 12noon for lunch (shock shock) and she wanted pasta so we went down to quite a nice Italian restaurant on East Moorehead called Frankie’s.  After splattering the pasta special on my white polo and teaching Sophia how to do renderings from CADD (the real reason she invited me to lunch) we headed back and she dropped me off in front of my building.  I proceeded inside with a guy that I see quite often around the building, walked on to the elevator, pressed 13 and he pressed 14, passed them both, and then we found ourselves stuck somewhere between the 20th floor and the sky.  Our building only has 20 floors, yet somehow we managed to make it to 20 and a half.  Once we realized what had happened I pulled out the trusty cell phone and called the office so that they could notify the front desk that we were stuck.  About 10 minutes later I hear this odd buzzing noise.  At first I thought it was the other guys (Ryan) cell phone, and then realized the noise was coming from the elevator telephone.  I opened the door and sure enough, the guy at the front desk was able to confirm that we were stuck.  I was so glad to hear him say that as I wasn’t sure if I was just dreaming up until that very moment.  He asked if we were okay and assured someone would be there shortly.  So I met Ryan at this point… he officially introduces himself.  He graduated college 2 years ago and works for a legal outfit that makes legalized copies of official documents (WHAT???) and he proceeded in telling me that he graduated from UNCC with his business degree.  We exchanged how we were both getting quite bored with our current work situations and the elevator phone rings again.  Not surprised anymore, this time the guy wants to know if we are still stuck in there… I gave a nice but irritated YES that really meant get me the fuck out of here.  He tells us the elevator people have been called and are on their way.  I then decide it’s important to text message everyone and tell them that I’m stuck in an elevator and Ryan soon follows suit.  We chit-chat a little longer, mostly about missed meetings, and the phone rings yet again, this time we are assured that the elevator people are working to get us out.  About that time we hear the elevator besides us ding as it actually makes it to the 20th floor level and then we hear some prying on the doors.  Finally the doors open and we step down into the lobby of the 20th floor.  It’s quite interesting the things that start going through your head while stuck in an elevator.  It’s such a cliché, yes, but the thoughts occur none-the-less.  It didn’t help that it suddenly turned 100 degrees in the car.  I’m thinking why don’t they have a manual way to open the doors from the inside?  What is it that this ‘elevator person’ can actually do once he gets here?  I wonder how much oxygen I have left (haha!)?  Did I tell Will that I love him today???  If not… I LOVE YOU BOY!!!  Ohh… and we had some really bad storms tonight too.  Goodnight!!!