TRAPPED

The workday started like any other. I took the bus to avoid paying for parking at the university. I knew I had an off-campus gig in the afternoon but I’d leave at noon, take to bus back to my car, and I’d make the presentation with no problem. 

It all would have worked had there not been a shooting incident near the campus. This shooting caused all of the busses to be re-routed, which meant I’d have to hoof it back to my car.  It’s only two miles, grant you, but on a Phoenix day when it’s between Africa hot and hell hot, I was in trouble. Plus, I was wearing a black dress. Bad news. At least, I had sensible shoes that day.  I guess I do every day for that matter. Does that mean I’ve given up?

I made it to my destination and had even stopped sweating which was a good thing. I dashed into the building and flew into the elevator pushing the button to the 2^nd floor. Normally, I would have taken stairs but I was tuckered out from my death walk.

Two seconds into the ride, the elevator stopped suddenly and went dark. “You have got to be kidding,” I yelled. “This cannot be happening.”

Using my cell phone as a flashlight, I spied the phone button. I pushed it and a human female voice answered. “Where are you?”

“I’m trapped between the first and second floor.”

Just then, the lights came on and the car began to move.  When the elevator door opened on the 2^nd floor, I leapt out and yelled to the voice that I was OK. I opened the door to the meeting I was presenting at cool as a cucumber. No one ever had to know.