You are in an elevator. The door opens and in walks an annoying type of person. Suddenly the elevator stops between floors...tell us what happens. (No real people, please!)
The doors open, I step in without looking up at the face already waiting there. Soft music stereotypically plays from hidden speakers. I go to push the right button but it’s already lit. What makes me look up first is that characteristic smell lingering in the air. I thought I had gotten away from the whole situation, ran away to a secret hiding place where I couldn’t be hurt anymore. Slowly I turn to look at the person beside me, even though I don’t need to see to know who it is. Read more »
I was in the elevator and it stopped at Floor 7. I was getting more and more annoyed. When would 10 come without another interruption?
The person who got on was a pink lady. She was holding a hot-pink purse that marched her hot pink coat, pants and nails. Sticking its head out of the purse was a chihuahua. The dog started barking madly. The lady said, "What are you looking at Missy?"
"Oh," I said. "I was just thinking about how cute your chihuahua is."
She grunted and said, "He isn't cute. He is ferocious and terrifying." Read more »
I pushed the button down. I was at the movie theatre waiting to see the latest movie featuring Dirk Hansen, "Wormy Abyss." I watched the numbers go up, then the elevator doors opened and I walked in. I pressed the number One. I was on level three. I held the railing and that weird feeling happened as the elevator went down. I looked around. It was your typical elevator -- a silver rail, white buttons, number one glowing. The number three turned to a two. The door slid open and a short man walked in. He had a head bigger than both of his hands combined and huge feet. Read more »
It was a bright, sunny day. I was on my way up to the library to have fun with my friends, but the elevator stopped at the first floor and a weird kid stepped in. He said "hi" to me and continued to talk about everything! He told me his favorite flower, gave me ten reasons why it was his favorite flower, and then told me his name. His name was Rodney, nicknamed Talk-Your-Ear-Off-Rodney, and he wondered why everyone called him that. I think I'm getting the idea why, I thought to myself. Read more »
I was in a hurry. I had to get to my hotel room, grab my keys and then go back down the elevator again. The elevator up was taking forever, it was agony. But luckily I wasn't sharing this terrible ride with any crazy stranger. I just hoped deep inside that no one would come on before I reached my floor. I was definitely not in the mood to deal with a stranger wanting to talk. Read more »
It was a cold black night, I had just gotten home from work. (I work at the cemetery) Read more »
The heavy metallic doors slide open as I lean against the railing. I feel like the journey upwards may never end. Faces peer in before they enter. A couple holding hands, a little girl and her mom, and a lonely man enter. My mind wanders as I imagine about each of them. I start with the man. I imagine he was once married and lived in a little house. Then he and his wife got in a huge fight which included some fists, flying shoes and teeth which led to their divorce. Read more »
I'm just in the elevator waiting for it to hit my floor,
But then a person walks into the elevator and I'm just thinking oh it's just a person,
then, he starts talking, and he's acting really weird, only then i realized he's not a person, he's an annoying person,
so I'm thinking the next floor is my floor, just calm down.
All of a sudden, something happens, the elevator stopped, in between a floor and my floor,
He keeps talking and talking, he's still being annoying, actually I think he is more than annoying, he's CRAZY! Read more »
Hello I’m here to tell you the worst thing that has ever happened to me while I was in an elevator. This happened a while back in the year 2009. Here’s a good tip: when you are in an elevator always keep a pair of headphones with you so if someone walks in and is very annoying, pretend urn listening to music. But if the person does not stop talking to you, bring an bipod and listen to it. Read more »
The robust woman brazenly struts in,
her gross weight bringing down the elevator by almost a foot.
She smiles, caressing her arm against mine.
Hey there, sweets
My polite nature emerges, beaming back as kind gesture. She thinks something's wrong.
What's the matter? Boyfriend dump you?
She fails to see me shaking my head, only to continue with her redundant conversation.
I tell you, they're not worth it--men
She's so aggravated, her spit spurs out with her words. Read more »
My hands were sweating and my mouth was dry as I stepped into the heated building. People were bustling around as they try not to think of the work they still have to do and papers fly around the workspace. It is a typical office except if you are me. My hands won't stop shaking and the air around me is stiff, the poster In my hand rattles on it's way to the presenting board. I have to speak, against my will, I don't like it. Before I left my mom told me I would do well, I think she lied to me, she never lies, who knows. Read more »
Oh my gosh! I'm actually here! My dad got a room for this five star hotel that I've never even heard of! It is so big! I know I probably sound like some weirdo, but seriously! If you saw this place you would feel just like me. The roof was all glass, like there was no metal or wood anywhere on it. There was a dining hall, that sadly, I wasn't allowed in. Pathology Residents (my dad) only. The floor was white marble and when you looked down on it, you could see your reflection. There was a mall and food court in there. You might as well put a movie theater in here. I walked around the corner. Read more »
What would I do if I was stuck in an elevator with an obnoxious stranger? Someone overly chatty, berating my ears with stories I really have no particular desire to hear. What would I do? Smile. Nod. Add a few comments here and there. Then, if it really looked like there wasn’t any hope of us being rescued any time soon, I would take out my ipod. The solution. I’d probably offer up an apology, something like “Awesome! Look, I’m really sorry but I got zero sleep last night!” Then in would go the earphones. I’m not a very chatty person, can you tell? Runs in the family. Read more »
Annoyance is oh so rude
I want out of there
No contact with friends
I am alone in horror, fear
They won’t stop talking
Flicking their finger
Back and forth time seems to slow
I want to punch face
Talking will only make this worse
I don’t care that you
Live in Montana and have
2 kids 4 and 7
“Ding!” My sister, Caroline and I walked into the small elevator, and I pushed the button “4” to bring us to our floor. The door started shutting slowly, with a screech that both my sister and I did not like. I watched the door, and when there was about an inch more for it to close… SLAM!
A girlish hand wiggled through the door, and it started to slowly open. As the door opened, I saw more of her. She had perfect curly brown hair and two sparkly barrettes on each side of her head. Read more »
I walked into the elevator on the first floor of my hotel. I punched in Floor 7, where my room was. I wanted to get back to my room as fast as I could, as it had been a long day, but that did not happen. The elevator stopped on the second floor. Read more »
Before the severe woman looked up from her compact mirror he enveloped himself in the safe confines of the metal box that was a hotel elevator.
It was unfortunate that the door was made from one of those old time metal gates with patterns of dark foliage. Read more »
Three o'clock a.m., my alarm clock begins screeching in my ear. I roll over slowly thinking "what a pleasant way to rise in the morning." I clicked off the alarm and just laid there. "Only a few hours until my plane left," I thought. "Thank God." I had been at this convention/ business trip/ vacation for the past month and a half, meaning, I ha been living in the same hotel for the past month and a half. I had come quite accustomed to the other people here. Most were just others attending the same convention as me, but there were also some one-nighters just passing through. Read more »
The Man in the Blue Suit Read more »
I had always hated taking elevators. The initial movement always made my stomach drop and pulse race. It wasn't just the movement but the extreme claustrophobia it brought on. Read more »
I've always hated Mondays. Whether or not you believe me, my wasted life is infested...no, poisoned with damp mediocrity. I am a regular Joe; this is my albatross, my curse. Ask me if you want to and I'll tell you; I have nothing to hide, though, it doesn't make a difference. My silly endeavors; left, right, left, right, blue tie, red shirt, pink socks, and a box of donuts. Cold coffee, heavy cream, a whiff of cologne, and office phone, left, right, left, right. Monday; damp and gray. Read more »
Stuck. In an elevator. I'd never been stuck in an elevator. Before today. Today I got stuck in an elevator. Stuck in an elevator with Bianca Anderson Melton.
I suppose very distantly she is my cousin but it's distant enough that I'm still allowed to hate the girl. There are only two words to describe Bianca. Spoiled and pink. Everything about her is pink; from her shoes to her tights to her skirt to her shirt to her Juicy purse. Pink. When her father decided she should learn to sport hunt she got a rifle. Guess what color? Pink. Read more »
Every time I heard the clock tick it reminded me of how long I had been stuck in the confined space that I despised. An elevator might possibly be the most awful place to find yourself stuck in; an area no bigger than a large closet. The only way the situation could get worse was if a lone person was stuck--trapped in time-- in a single room with a complete stranger. Read more »
Everyday I find myself stuck. Monday I was stuck between two fat guys on the subway; Tuesday I was stuck in the middle of a custody agreement. Wednesday I was stuck in a retirement home bathroom; Thursday I was stuck in a state of adolescent chaos. But today is the worst of the worst. At this moment I am stuck in an elevator with my twin sister. Read more »
The lights flickered and the floor beneath my feet shook wildly. I was tossed from side to side smashing into the walls beside me. I felt trapped, and this kid Ben was laying on the floor after being thrown down by the sudden movement of the floor beneath our feet. Then everything stopped, the lights stopped flickering, and the floor stopped shaking. The next thing we knew was that we were stuck in an elevator. Read more »
My heels clicked against the sidewalk as I walked towards my apartment building. The street lamps stood majestically, lining the empty street with a path of welcomed light. I looked down at my watch. It was 9:20 p.m. Another late night at the office. I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I peered around the sleeping street. Lights turned off as people crawled into safe beds, televisions illuminated windows, and the pitter-patter of a dog down the alley surrounded me. I finally reached my building and opened the glass door. As it shut I thought that I heard a shout from outside... Read more »