I don’t know what Guy Sebastian is on about, but I certainly do NOT share his love affair with elevators. Perhaps my dislike for them could be due to the fact that I was stuck in one for over half an hour last night! Why is it always on the way home from work and never on the way to work? Considering I’m on the 24th floor I have no choice but to take the lift (unless of course you want to find me passed out in the stairwell somewhere between Level 10 and 15).
Obviously I had plenty of time to think about being trapped inside this small box. Some thoughts that promptly came to mind:
- Thank GOD it’s only me in here!
- Why couldn’t I be stuck in here with some hot guy?
- Well it’s not like I could do anything anyway…
- Hmmm… it’d be great if my man was in here… he he
- I wonder how long I’ll be in here for?
- I can’t believe it – the one day I didn’t bring my book, that’d be right.
- Oh crap! I have a spray tan tonight – I better make it in time or someone’s gonna get hurt…
- I’m bored – who can I call?
- “Lady, how much longer will they be?”
- Okay, I’m getting really frustrated now!
- Hmmm…there’s no music in here.
- Do I have enough water just in case?
- Why couldn’t I get stuck in one of the new elevators? This one smells…
- I wish there was someone else in here to talk to.
- GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!
- Okay, I have 10 minutes left before I’m not going to make my appointment
- 5…
- 4…
- 3…
- I’m MOVING!!!
AVD
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PS Just in case you were worried, I did make it to my tanning session. Turned out the automated door on the booth was misbehaving, however the owner assured me it was fine and called out "if you get stuck in there, just push the door open…"
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