When I was thinking of elevator pitches, I wasn’t thinking being trapped in one.
I was working with a co-worker on something and we had to go up onto the other floors in the building. We pressed the desired floor. The door closed as it normally did. We looked up and saw the number one and the up arrow. We were expected to move, but didn’t. No sweat. Normally, in these situations, I press the “Door Open” button and it opens magically. Nope.
Well, I got stuck in the flipping elevator with my coworker.
I start to panic for a variety of different reasons. I am stuck in an elevator with someone I don’t really know that well. I am in a hoodie and sweatpants in July (please do not ask). My phone is at 45% battery. My co-worker’s phone as at less than 25%. It was hot as hell in the elevator. Oh, did I mention that I was stuck in an elevator.
My co-worker and I began to make small talk, asking each other about summer plans, favorite summer movies, plans for the evening. What we quickly learned is that small talk was not ideal for small spaces – eventually you are going to run out of small things to talk about.
I quickly began to feel like Jody Foster and Kristen Stewart did in the Panic Room. I began to panic with a capital P. I quickly realized that it was getting increasingly hot in this tiny box of doom. I wanted to relieve myself of this massive hoodie that I had, but I couldn’t. I proceeded to take turns putting an arm out of the hoodie to give it air. I also began to feel the sweat that was once beating down my face and back, form a thick layer of extra skin.
I have to admit, my co-worker was extremely cool and calm about the situation. As I sat on the elevator floor, thinking up what to put in my will, he kept the spirits high as possible. I appreciate that wholeheartedly. Otherwise, my heart would have literally beaded out of my chest.
After an hour and a half, I was rescued out of heat jail. I nearly jumped at the chance of freedom! It was horrible! As soon as I got to my apartment, I literally stripped down and took the coldest shower bearable I then went to sleep only to bathe again in the morning. I tried to get that extra layer of elevator-sweat skin off my body.
What’s the craziest thing about this whole ordeal is that there are times in my mind that I feel like I am still in the elevator. I remember vividly the panic and anxiety that pulsated through my entire body. I wish I could hit delete on the hard drive that is my mind, but I can’t for some reason.
Have you been stuck in an elevator?