Yesterday was the sixth time I’ve been stuck in an elevator. Six. Times.
It hardly seems fair. That’s six times in three different companies, and I hate the fact that my elevator luck has bled over to where I work now. This time wasn’t that bad; I was in there for all of ten minutes or so, and the lights came back on when it started moving again.
Needless to say, though, it was pretty familiar territory. It’s hard to freak out when you’ve been stuck like that several times before. When the elevator stopped and the lights went off, I simply let out a sigh, sat down, and waited (while texting my girlfriend on my cell phone). If it wasn’t such an inconvenience, I probably would have laughed.
Some days it’s nice to know that we’re never really beyond the ridiculous stuff that has already happened to us. Sometimes we’re just on a temporary reprieve.