I remember what the third thing was. Well not really, since this didn’t happen until after I wrote that last entry. As I was leaving work today, I got stuck in the elevator. As it was going down from the third floor to the exit (yes, normally I would use the stairs but the stairways are discontinuous, so instead of walking around the whole building, I just take the elevator), It got stuck right before the second floor. The inside door to the elevator decded to open, while the outsde door didn’t. So I rang the alarm bell several times. Someone asked, “Is anyone in there?” and I responded, “yes.” He assured me, “hang on, we’ll go get the police.”
Which is odd, considering our offices are in a police department building.
So I’m waiting for a few minutes, thinking maybe they had to get the police from the next town over, which would even still be only one block away. I look at the outside door and think that maybe I could open it with sheer strength.
The door opens, and I crawl out onto the second floor.
I walk downstairs two flights to the exit and at the bottom I see some people trying to get the elevator open. What they’re doing is having no effect. I tell them it’s stuck on the second floor. One guy says, “Yeah, there’s a guy stuck inside.” I say to him, “Yeah, that’s me.”