So, I went with a friend to a NeedToBreathe concert, right? (Which was amazing, by the way-- let the world hear once more how much I want an electric guitar, an electric violin, and a rock band to go with them. Thank you.)
So, it's like, 10:50 or so, and me and the two gals I went with walk down to the parking garage.
We were on sublevel 2 (which here, was P2), but I don't think we could remember exactly where the car was, and didn't want to walk from P1 down to P2 and be lost. (Okay, I wanted to walk, they didn't, but hey, we were at a standing-room only concert, so their feet were sore I guess.)
So, we get into those little isolated rooms in the middle of the parking lot, wait for the elevator.
The other two gals take pictures by the neon green P1 wall.
Elevator opens. And closes.
I hit the button again and tell them to pay attention. (But I think I was politer than that though, after all I was the junior member of the group by a bit.)
It's now 10:59.
The elevator opens again.
We get in.
The doors close.
Someone hits "P2" on the control panel.
I hit it. Someone else hits it.
We sorta press P1, and then some other random buttons.
The elevator shudders, and sorta settles into place. *makes sound effect noises*
We sorta look at each other like, now what?
And then the lights go out.
And apparently one of the other gals has had a lifelong fear of plummeting in an elevator.
So we're stuck in a dark elevator.
Stacey starts praying, for obvious reasons. I start praying. Both out loud.
Stacey's friend Julie pulls out her phone and updates her Facebook page.
I felt like headdesking, but we hit the "call help/emergency" button thing (after trying to open the door manually and other things).
We tell the lady on the end where we are and that we're stuck.
She says someone is coming to help us.
I kinda start laughing and am pretty calm, except I start to freak whenever I think, "What if the control panel stops working?"
'Cause then we would be really stuck with no way to call for help. And I don't think my two buddies were getting cell phone service.
We joke that being stuck would be fine if NeedToBreathe and their instruments were also stuck in the elevator with us.
I try to ignore the fact that we are, in face, stuck in this itty bitty dark spot with no way out.
We wonder how long we'll be. We wonder how long we've been.
I panic and tell them to hit the "call help thingy" button again.
I speak with the lady on the other line.
"Are you guys still stuck? Are you okay?"
"Oh yeah, no, we're alright, we're just chatting it up while we're waiting for you guys to come and rescue us."
Then after a bit the elevator shudders, rises, opens, and here we are back on ground level with a security guard looking at us.
Quoth he, "The elevator only goes up to the lobby after 11 o'clock. Don't worry, happens all the time. Which level were you trying to get to?"
Next time the doors open we're on P2, safe and sound.
We were only stuck in there ten minutes, and I get the infinite pleasure of running wildly through a completely empty and abandoned underground parking lot (it's really fun, trust me.)
We explain to my mother and other concerned members of the Facebook, that the elevators only go up after 11, and we happened to step in right at eleven, that's all.
But you'd think that someone would put some sorta sign up in the elevator or somewhere?
Now I have some genuine emotions to pull from when I need to write about someone feeling sudden stabs of terror, or being stuck, or something.
What's the craziest thing that happened to you, to date?