Okay, so at 5:15AM this morning I cruise by the library. I’m the baker in the cafe located in the building, and do not work for the library. The place won’t be open, it’s Labor Day, but I’m letting myself in, to go up to the cafe and collect some bacon grease I left there. Family and friends will be gathering for an outdoor breakfast cookout, and I’m the designated firestarter. Got my wood, firestarting materials and food, all ready to go.
So I use my security pass to get in, hop on the elevator to go up on floor, it starts up, AND THEN IT FRIGGIN’ STOPS! You heard me! So I pull open the panel to call on the emergency phone, and it won’t work! All there is is a button to push, but the number it rings says “The number you dialed is either void or not keyed to your area code. Please try again.”
WHAT THE HELL? Here I am, stuck on an elevator in a building in which nobody else is scheduled to be there for 24 hours. No cell phone. No water. NO BATHROOM!!!
I freak out for a few minutes, then calm down. I do know that when the others arrive at our picnic spot, and see I’m not there, they will be concerned, as I had been enthusiastic about the affair, and wouldn’t just blow it off. So at intervals I pound on the walls of the elevator, and ring the emergency bell. Every so often I cry a little bit, but I’m getting more and more angry.
One of the reasons for the anger is that last year I was stuck on the same damned elevator for 2-1/2 hours, when I arrived at work early, to make some extra cakes. That time the emergency phone was also not ringing right, it would call the library number, not 911. That time, after being released, all I asked for, and I did get it, was a written apology from the library.
Thank heavens for family. First they tried my house, and didn’t find me. Then they went to my parent’s house(my folks are out of town) There they found my own car. Hoo boy, my sister forgot I’d told her I’d borrowed a van belonging to my folks. Then they call my dad’s mobile phone, and after a process of elimination realize the van is missing. Worry time. Finally my cousin and my brother-in-law think of the library. They find the van, with all my stuff in it, and the police are called. My cousin calls my boss at home and he arrives as quick as he can.
They go inside and hear me pounding and ringing the bell. So at least I know I’m found, and have someone to talk to. The fire department arrives and gets the elevator open. It’s weird, but I start crying again after I am found and released. We go outside so I can get some air, and then the library director arrives. He’s worried(as well he should be), but he *is * a nice guy. I don’t go off on him, but I tell him I will be needing the name of the library legal counsel, as I will be contacting a lawyer. He says sure, he understands.
I was in there for five hours. I could have gotten sick. What if I need some regular medication, and been stuck in there for a day without it? I’m as mad as hell. But am I really justified in a suit?
And since this is the Pit, oh FUCK IT! I was scared! :mad: