Elevator fear realized

I’ve always been afraid of steep drops. As a kid, the scariest ride for me at Great America was ‘the Edge,’ a straight drop at hundreds of feet. (I still went on it though.)

But today was quite different. I was in an elevator going to the 6th floor and it suddenly dropped a floor as it hit the 5th floor, then proceeded back up to the 6th floor. My other elevator mate, who was a coworker, proceeded to grab the walls as I just stared in astonishment at the illuminating floor number lights. Needless to say, we ran out to safety as soon as the doors opened on the 6th floor.

If everything happens for a reason, here’s my take: Someone up there is trying to tell us to stop bitching, because life is short.

Now that I think about, it was kind of fun. Kidding. But the image of my coworker grabbing the walls will forever be etched in my mind – she was hilarious.

Alas, we were never a the point to test the theory of 'jumping when you hit the bottom.' Although, who knows if we would have remembered at the time - each of us thought of later, AFTER we were out of the elevator.