By deevaa Date: 2004 Jul 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.23.00.20.26136]] |
So I got stuck in the lift at work. I work on the 25th floor of a 27 story building. The lifts on one side of the building only service floors 1-15 and on our side of the building they are express to 15 then run normally between 15 - 27. After work last night I got into the lift to head down to the ground floor. There were only two people in the lift, me and a female courier who'd had a pick up on our floor. Everything was fine until around the 19th floor, when the lift suddenly dropped for about 2 seconds, then jolted to a stop, bouncing slightly. The courier and I stared at each other. We both punched at the buttons on the consol but nothing happened. I can tell the courier is about to panic, her eyes are darting around the lift and I can see her hands shaking. "This is my worst nightmare" she wispers. "My worst nightmare." "I'm sure everything will be fine, we'll press the red button, sound the bell. Everything will be fine" I try and stay as calm as I can even though when the lift jolted to a stop I just about wet my pants. I pull out my cellphone to call back upstairs to work to ask them to let the security guards know we are there, "That's a good idea" the courier says, pulling her phone out with and dialing with shaking hands. "Jim. I'm stuck in a lift Jim. Can, can you call the company I was just with and get them to get me out. It's my worst nightmare Jim, get them to get me out." Meanwhile I'm on hold. After about 10 minutes the lift moves again, feels like we are going up half a floor, then down a floor, I figure that it's just realigning itself to the floors. Finally the doors open and a group of about 5 buisness men are waiting to get into the lift on the 18th floor. The courier and I get out of the lift, both of us saying "maybe get a different lift, we just got stuck in that one!" They look at each other and wait with us until the next lift comes. Later, at home with Ross, I was grabbing his butt everytime he walked past, stealing kisses whenever I could. Generally being frisky. While I'm cooking dinner Ross comes up behind me, takes me by the waist, pulls me to him and whispers to me "My my, your naughty tonight - It must have been the near death experience" .
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