It had already been a day chock full of one odd random human interaction after another as I went to a series of doctors' appointments that I set up months ago. In the elevator on the way to my last doc visit of the day -- the dentist's office -- a guy who works at the hotel (which is in the same building as my dentist) came in and said, "Hey, how's it goin'?"
"Fine," I responded.
"Well, that's good. Glad to hear. Don't you remember me," he asked with a huge off-white grin.
"No. Am I supposed to know you?"
"Didn't I pick you up from Woodberry recently? You know, through the shuttle service and what-not," he asked.
"Nope," I said. The doors opened, it was time to step off. Thank God.
An hour later I stood in the exact same place waiting to leave, hoping I wouldn't run into the weird hotel guy again. Ding. The elevator doors opened. No one in sight, so it would probably be just me until I got to my car. Awesome.
Passed floor 3, passed floor 2, ... screech. The elevator stopped and the lights went out.
"Oh nooooo," I screamed.
I had been standing by the right door so I began reaching for the emergency button, while blindly pulling and pushing knobs. A few minutes later, I feel the elevator quickly move down before the doors jolted open.
I ran into the lobby as my eyes popped out of their sockets, my hands shook by my side, my heart pounded in my ears, and told the person working behind the desk what happened. It wasn't until after I got home that I finally calmed down.
I keep telling myself that there's nothing to be afraid of when I go back to work tomorrow. I work on the 12th floor and don't have the time to huff and puff up that many flights of stairs. I just tried to find some info on how many people are scared to get in elevators and, surprisingly, no studies or reports have been done on the topic. But elevator phobia is definitely real! Type it into Google and see how many articles have been written about the subject.
Still doesn't help the amazing experience I just had.