So I was going to talk about my time in Colorado that was, oh...10 years ago (read: 2 weeks ago)? But then I had this insane spa experience with
Drea and
Kerri, and that kind of trumped anything I had done in the past few months (seriously). But then Kerri wrote
this amazing post about it that I'm not even going to try to top because a) it's so accurate and b) Kerri is one of my favorite people ever.
And then?
Well, then I got stuck in an elevator.
Scene: My new apartment (more on that to come, I swear)
Time: 8:05 (ish)
Mood: Upbeat, as I was going to unload the last of my stuff from my car
I
love the location of my apartment. And I don't mean the location in regards to where it is in LA (though I do love that too); I'm talking about the location of my particular unit. You see, it's right next to the trash chute (I love a good trash chute), which is right next to the freight elevator, which takes me directly down to the garage where (not surprisingly) my car is located. It's also right next to the door that leads to the pool. It's a great location.
Which is why I was pretty upbeat about unloading stuff from my car, since the trip from there to the elevator and back up to my apartment doesn't take more than a good 2 minutes. And this was my last trip! My last trip before everything was in my place and I was officially moved in!
I pushed the button, got in, said an awkward hello to the man that entered on the 3rd floor and waited until we got down to the parking garage. I waited a good 30 seconds before looking at this guy...because we weren't moving from the 3rd floor. He chuckled awkwardly and pushed the button again. Nothing. He pushed the open door button. Nada. I pushed my floor because who knows? Maybe the elevator just wanted to go up instead of down. Aaaaand crickets.
"Really?" I asked, more to myself than to Gary (I found out his name is Gary, by the way).
"Oh no." (Gary said that.)
I suppose I should mention how grateful I was for Gary, because this was the one time in my life I'd left my phone in the apartment, since there's no reception in the garage.
Hi Gary, I love you.
Gary called the guard, who told us to come to the office. Hm, that might be hard. After Gary tried multiple times to tell the guard that no, we wouldn't be coming to the office because we're, yanno,
stuck in an elevator, he gave me the phone and I said something along the lines of "WE CAN'T GET OUT BECAUSE WE'RE STUCK INSIDE AN ELEVATOR."
He finally got the picture. Then he called the technician, who said he'd be over in 20 minutes. I had a feeling 20 minutes meant more like 40.
Gary's friends (who also live on the 3rd floor) started talking to us from the other side of the elevator, saying they'd keep calling since the technician was late. At this point, I had zoned out because a) I was getting tired and b) Gary and his friends were speaking Tagalog (thanks,
Nico).
An hour and 10 minutes later, we heard some sort of tool being inserted into the elevator door and it opened to a half ton man dressed all in black. He was not amused when I told him how big he was. In my defense, I had just been stuck in an elevator.
Scene: An elevator
Time: 9:15 (ish)
Mood: Exhausted
I think this is as good a time as any to mention a few things I learned while stuck in an elevator:
1. My mom thinks I'm an asshole (oh, I forgot to mention that I borrowed Gary's phone to tell her the predicament I'd found myself in, to which she responded by laughing hysterically).
2. Elevator floors flatten your ass like a pancake in no time.
3. That was
the most broken elevator I'd ever seen (oh, I forgot to mention that that little telephone button you press when stuck in an elevator was 100% broken).
4. Gary is a really nice guy.
5. I think Time Warner is my best option for cable and internet (Gary likes it).
6. Filipino seems like a very hard language to learn.
7. Stairs don't break. Therefore, stairs are better than elevators.
8. Garry is a really nice guy.
9. Weird things happen to me (I'll get to the yappy dog soon enough).
10. My apartment location isn't as amazing for now because there is a big fat OUT OF ORDER sign on the elevator.
And how was
your Monday?
[xo Summer]
