Monday, March 06, 2006
Note to self: I am not a juggler
Would you believe I’m going to talk about elevators again? Well not really, it’s more like a little incident that happened near the elevator. Actually it wasn’t really an incident… it’s what almost happened.
So I’m going into the office in the morning. I’m balancing my purse, my lunch, my keys and my ID badge all in my hands. I should’ve clipped on my badge and stuck the keys in my pocket. But no, I decided I was a talented juggler that morning. I managed to press the Up button with a spare pinky. *ding* The doors open and I walk towards the elevator. I’ve got a forward momentum going when something drops to the floor. I didn’t even feel it slip out of my hands. I didn’t even realize it was me until I stepped on it.
Apparently my keys were sliding across the floor, heading for the little crack between the floor and the elevator. You know, that little slit that leads to the elevator shaft? The one just big enough for small objects to slide into? Yeah, I know. My keys were headed there. If hadn’t stepped on my keys by accident they probably would’ve tumbled right in and bye-bye keys.
The thoughts that went through my mind were approximately in this order:
- Holy crap I almost lost my keys down a frickin elevator shaft!
- Would they fit through that crack? They could’ve. Maybe.
- How far down is it to the bottom?
- Would my swiss army knife survive the fall or would it shatter to pieces? I love that thing.
- How would I get the keys back?
- Do they let people down there?
- I wonder what it looks like?
- Are there lights?
- Is it creepy and disgusting down there?
- I wonder if people have been crushed by elevators from above?
- Wasn’t there a CSI episode like that?
- Oh this is my floor. Do I still have my keys? Oh good.
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