the cursed elevator

18th floor…going down, going home…ting! i got in, no one there but me…i was admiring my necklace in the mirror when suddenly…BOG!!! sounded like a box dropped off on top of the elevator cubicle i was in.

 i tried not to panic…i looked at the display LCD, 18.

ok, the elevator was not moving…that was not good.

“Oh my Gooooooood!!!” <—– yes, panic mode!

i pressed all familiar buttons at first, open, close, 18, ground…then pressed anything when…i noticed there’s this button…talk to security…pressed it…

heard a speaker being turned on…

“Waaaahhhh!!!” <—- exaggerating so the person on the other end would know the button was not pressed accidentally or for fun…that this one was for real!

“Yes ma’am, what floor po kayo?”

“18th…” <— in my help-me-please tone

Alas, the elevator went up. tsk! tsk!

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Let me share with you a story about this elevator. An employee was going home. He got in. He was alone. To his dismay, it stopped on every floor…worse, there was no one there everytime. Then on the 2nd floor, (one floor away from ground), it stopped again, and no one there, again.

But this time, on the display LCD, something lit up: elevator overload!!!

Boo!