Let me tell you why.
Once upon a time exactly a year ago, I went to Chicago. I believe you may reminisce my travels here.
While my mom was off doing dentist things, I got to stravaig about the city by myself.
One morning, I went to go eat breakfast in the ADA building. I went up the elevator with some other people, got my breakfast, paid for it, and sat in the corner and read Gone With the Wind until I had finished my frosted flakes.
Once I was done, I walked back into the hallway, but I didn't feel like taking the elevator again. I wanted to be slightly healthier and take the stairs (even though it was only like 2 or 3 floors up).
I opened the door to the stairs and began going down. I heard the door close behind me. Then I see this taunting "notice" on the wall that said something like:
"The stairwell is locked from the inside. MUAHAHAHA!!! You've been TRAPPED. If you need to get out of here, proceed to use the phone to the left to make one of the most embarrassing phone calls of your life to security. Have a great day!"
So I called security.
"Yeah, hi, I'm locked in the stairwell..."
"Alright, I'll send someone to you shortly."
And a nice guy came and got me, and I was able to escape that mocking stairwell. I'm sure that happens all the time, but I felt less like Princess Peach and more like a bumbling idiot for having to be rescued from the stairwell of a skyscraper.
I would just like to know their plan for if ever there was a fire. Do they still plan on using the elevators then?
Anyway, since then I've been hesitant about taking the stairs.
Anywhere.
Any stairs.
The other day, I was putting away some files at work.
These were big files- like 400 page files- and heavy.
When these huge files are outside of the cabinets, they leave these holes between files, so in order to put them in properly, you have to move back everything surrounding it, and then plop it in.
So I was plopping in a file, but it slipped and fell against my thumb, and that's the true story of how I got four paper cuts at once.
#accountinginjuries
One time, I had to write this essay that was 1000 words.
So I drew a picture.
Not based on a true story,
TWS
If you had gone ahead and taken the stairs down to the lobby, you probably could have gotten out. You just can't get out on other floors. You also could have pulled the fire alarm which automatically unlocks all the doors, but the embarrassment factor would have been even bigger than calling security.
ReplyDeleteI would have been right there with you. We are not city kids.
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