Elelator tales
I feared it might happen several times, but today it finally happened: I dropped my key down the hole between the floor and the elevator.
My roommate is away til october 4 and I don't have the spare key, so the doorman and I took matters into our own hands and stopped the elevator. To make a long story short, I got to go down into the elevator well for the first (and probably only) time! I have my key back and got a new memory out of it.
posted by lorrainestorm at 6:51 PM
4 Comments:
That is soo cool! Did you have to go through the escape hatch or something and "die hard" your way down?
2:36 AM
ha! apparently this happens in my building too. the desk staff gets really peeved - or so i hear.
9:45 PM
Lorraine go down the hooooooole.
(I should mention that this is a reference to Tiny Toons, so that whoever reads this won't start guessing alternate meanings...yikes. ;) )
10:28 PM
I didn't get to rapel down or anything, but it did take a good amount of flexibility to get the elevator to stop half-way and to climb down and back up. Not sure I'd want to have to again, but still fun.
ps. I'm glad you caught the reference, Cinder. I had to tell one too many people that I meant to write "elelator" because of the good 'ol plucky duck days.
8:51 PM
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