Me and the Elevator
I know you're thinking this has to be a funny story. I mean, hey, it's coming from the girl who gets stuck on roofs, tries to drain her garden with a sump pump, uses her steamer on icy driveways and doesn't think the smell of gas means the boat motor might be leaking. And these are all things I've done just this year. :-) You're right. She strikes again. Unfortunately it wasn't just my husband forced to suffer through this one. It was an entire elevator of our friends.
The setting is a parking garage. It was a very large group of friends and family, by the way. Some walked down the stairs. Some took the first elevator car. Those were all the lucky ones. Those who took the elevator with me... He-he. Well, I doubt they were actually surprised. ;-)
Our elevator had the up arrow lit up when the doors opened. We needed to go down. We loaded in and I looked at the keypad. It had all these numbers and then an L and a C. I pushed the C because it was the last button. My thinking was the last button would get us to the bottom of the garage. If it was an office building then sure I'd go for the L because L would mean "Lobby". Even I'm not that dumb. ;-)
The doors shut and the car moved. I don't know why none of us noticed if we went up or down. Maybe it was that smooth of a ride. Maybe everyone on the elevator just thought they'd humor me. Who knows? Regardless, when the doors dinged open we stood facing a group of people waiting to get on the elevator. I figured we'd gone up first and would now go down. Too bad for the crowd waiting to get on, but our car was jam packed.
I said as everyone on our car tried to step off, "No, this isn't the right floor."
I hit the C button again. The doors closed. The elevator bounced and opened again. We stood staring at the same people. I repeated the C button again. Everything happened the same as the first time. Elevator bounced, doors opened, we stared, the crowd on the other side stared back. I said to that crowd, "Um, hi." And I closed the door again.
My husband sighed and hit the L button. The elevator bounced. The door opened. The same crowd of people waiting to get on the elevator stared at us. We stared at them.
I said, "Oh. I think this is where we get off."
So we filed out. I told Joe, "I guess C meant 'can't go no lower,' and L meant, 'Low as you go.' "
Anyway, here's a couple videos from our night.
The setting is a parking garage. It was a very large group of friends and family, by the way. Some walked down the stairs. Some took the first elevator car. Those were all the lucky ones. Those who took the elevator with me... He-he. Well, I doubt they were actually surprised. ;-)
Our elevator had the up arrow lit up when the doors opened. We needed to go down. We loaded in and I looked at the keypad. It had all these numbers and then an L and a C. I pushed the C because it was the last button. My thinking was the last button would get us to the bottom of the garage. If it was an office building then sure I'd go for the L because L would mean "Lobby". Even I'm not that dumb. ;-)
The doors shut and the car moved. I don't know why none of us noticed if we went up or down. Maybe it was that smooth of a ride. Maybe everyone on the elevator just thought they'd humor me. Who knows? Regardless, when the doors dinged open we stood facing a group of people waiting to get on the elevator. I figured we'd gone up first and would now go down. Too bad for the crowd waiting to get on, but our car was jam packed.
I said as everyone on our car tried to step off, "No, this isn't the right floor."
I hit the C button again. The doors closed. The elevator bounced and opened again. We stood staring at the same people. I repeated the C button again. Everything happened the same as the first time. Elevator bounced, doors opened, we stared, the crowd on the other side stared back. I said to that crowd, "Um, hi." And I closed the door again.
My husband sighed and hit the L button. The elevator bounced. The door opened. The same crowd of people waiting to get on the elevator stared at us. We stared at them.
I said, "Oh. I think this is where we get off."
So we filed out. I told Joe, "I guess C meant 'can't go no lower,' and L meant, 'Low as you go.' "
Anyway, here's a couple videos from our night.