My day today started early and rainy, filled with lots of work and laughter. Little did I know that when I was about to leave work at 10pm, the most eventful thing was going to happen. -plays dramatic horror music-
Story goes that the lift at the gallery is VERY OLD (I mean what do you expect from restored shophouses) and just a few weeks ago, a customer of ours claimed that he had been stuck in the lift for 20 mins since the lift didn't want to open at the 4th floor (which is where the gallery is, quite inauspicious no. huh), We laughed it off and thought maybe he was too blur to realise that the door opens behind him and he thought he was stuck in the lift. We all laughed at how blur and silly one could be. I mean, sure the lift is ultra slow but we've all never been stuck in the lift....right?
Boy were we in for trouble. OK, me anyway.
So i got into the lift as mentioned and I was already hungry. I don't get to eat my dinner until I get home from the gallery every night. Which happens to be the time which I left work, since I worked late. I was anxious to get home for dinner, but I realised that after 2 minutes the lift was only at the 2nd floor. Hmm, suspicious since the lift didn't feel like it was moving anyway, But ah, it reaches the 3rd floor after 5 minutes and all seemed all right. By then I had already sensed that something was wrong and my phone was in my hand, fingers ready to call for help if I was stuck in the lift HAHA. Then comes a call from my aunt: Melissa, why's the lift taking so long? -guess I wasn't the only one who thought something was wrong, but the lift seemed to continue to move until a minute later when it jerked to a stop, still at the 3rd floor. DAMN, I WAS REALLY STUCK IN THE FREAKING LIFT.
But thank god, I was alone with nobody else to fight for oxygen with and the lights were still on or I would've screamed the shophouse down. Thank God there was reception in the lift and thank God my aunt stayed and worked late with me and was waiting for me to give me a ride home. Thank god she was there to call the lift guys and open the security locked door for them, or I would've been in the lift for longer. AND I was in the lift for 30 minutes. After 10 minutes I swear I got all light headed due to lack of oxygen. Just kept smiling and telling the whole world the biggest joke ever, that I was stuck in a lift ,reassuring them that I was fine. 30 minutes is boring when you're stuck in a lift and the only thing you hear is the whirring of the lift which doesn't wanna budge. Pressing buttons is in vain although they make you hopeful and then dash your hopes. I got the occasional call/sms from people around asking if I was still in the lift. Even my aunt tried to cheer me up while she was so worried for me: 100 beer bottles on the wall.... U alright?
Pretty funny, cause when the guys came I tried to look all dignified and everything. Didn't want aunty to get too mad with landlord for the sucky lift or make the landlord already more apologetic than she was. They all looked like the worst I've seen them. Aunty asked: why didn't you call at first? I said: Didn't want a false alarm which would've made a fool out of myself HAHAHA.
I'm just glad I didn't die today, Or faint. Such an embarrassing sight haha. Maybe it was retribution for saying the customer was dumb and laughing,then making him buy 3 paintings. Maybe he really got stuck for 20 minutes. Anything more than 30 mins in that lift today and I would've died. If not from lack of oxygen, then from hunger and boredom.