Okay so I didn’t even tell you guys that I was stuck in an elevator today, on the way out of my building. This is a fake-angry photo of me realizing that I was likely going to have to entertain myself for an hour or more in a tiny, tiny room. It was also taken moments after forcing the elevator doors open to find myself about 7 inches lower than the basement door. That’s the basement door right there. Freedom, you say! But, you see: the basement door doesn’t open unless it knows there’s an elevator hanging around. Which there was, but about 7 inches beyond where it should’ve been. So guess what: STUCK.
HOWEVER: this particular photo was also taken a few minutes before I went all MacGyver and found a way to lasso a safety latch far inside the wall with MY HEADPHONES CABLE, thereby freeing the door and allowing my entry into the Basement of Freedom and then up the stairs to my Breakfast of Freedom.
- TOTAL TIME STUCK IN THE ELEVATOR: 10 minutes.
- TOTAL TIME BEING A BAD-ASS LIKE MACGYVER: about 2 minutes.
- TOTAL TIME TAKING PHOTOS OF MYSELF AND THE INSIDES OF THE ELEVATOR AND SENDING THEM TO MY G-FRIEND BECAUSE WHAT ELSE WAS I GONNA DO ALL MORNING: let’s say, roughly, 7 minutes.
