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Eek. I'm scared of the elevators in Washington. Some poor kid got stuck in there for 2 hours by himself in between my floor (9) and the 8th floor. One of my residents and I felt bad, so we stuck around to keep him company. We were totally sober, but so overtired he probably thought we were trashed. It's interesting what you learn about a person while he's stuck in the elevator. He was even nice enough to walk all the way back down to my floor from 22 to say thank you. What goes around, comes around, I think.
However, on a side note, he lives on 22, what is he going to do? Never take the elevator again?? I don't want to live in a tower anymore. :(
However, on a side note, he lives on 22, what is he going to do? Never take the elevator again?? I don't want to live in a tower anymore. :(