I was taking out the trash on a Saturday morning, and as most garbage evacuation plans go, mine was quite simple:
1. Ride elevator with garbage bags to basement.
2. Deposit garbage bags into trash cans.
3. Ride elevator back to my floor.
Like a boss, I executed Steps 1 and 2 flawlessly, but Step 3 tripped me up. I entered the elevator, a smallish space under bright, hot lights, and pressed the ‘1’ button. The doors slid shut with a thud, but nothing happened. I pressed ‘1’ again. And again. Hmm. Then ‘DOOR OPEN’. Nothing. Then every other floor button on the panel. No response, and I didn’t have my phone on me. I hadn’t anticipated calling anyone or Instagramming our building’s trash heap. Cool Mum and the boys were about to head out for the morning, and I had no way of informing them of my stuckness. Continue reading