I had a funny moment at work today. I work in 12 story building with various companies utilizing suites on every floor. I was about to leave for the day and pushed the elevator button to get to the level that I parked on. I hear the elevator moving behind those shiny double doors (there are 5 different elevators in this space by the way) and the elevator that stopped at my floor had very loud, obnoxious, male voices bellowing from within the echolike chamber.
There must have been at least 4 men on this thing, talking rowdily and having energetic exchanges. I hear the chime as the doors prepare to open for me and I quickly scamper down the vestibule, darting into the side hallway, where I shall be hidden behind the powers of this magical forcefield (some call it a wall). I hear the ding as the doors open, then I catch one of the men saying, “Wait, this isn’t our floor. What the…” The other says, “Well that’s really weird.” I hear him step outside of the elevator and look around. They go back within the metal chamber and the doors finally close. I can still hear their perplexed, muffled voices interrupting one another with bewildered confusion as the elevator begins to move once more.
I smile to myself and know deep down, I should have just dealt with it and hopped aboard. But why? Waiting approximately 20 seconds to play it safe, I push the button again and leap aboard the empty elevator as the doors “ping” open for me. Alas, empty. I wipe the glee from my brow and quietly chuckle to myself once more. Either I’m odd for being so entertained by this or I’m odd for being so anxious at the notion of being stuck in an elevator with several loud men. Perhaps I’m both. At least I dodged being imprisoned in a very small space with loud talking strangers…all in a day’s work!
