This weekend, on my way to pick up Courtney for a spa day, the power went off on Queen Anne hill WHILE I WAS IN THE ELEVATOR thus trapping me ALONE for 50 MINUTES IN THE DARK!! I am already weary when it comes to riding elevators but now my fears have been solidified!
Luckily I was able to talk to Tammy, Courtney's over night interpreter through the elevator door. She laughed with me, and called around trying to find someone to help out. I was also able to talk to my Dad the architect on my cell phone who explained to me the brake system of an elevator and how I wasn't going to plummet to my death because of it.
Almost an hour and FOUR firemen later (none of whom were attractive!) I was set free.
Seriously, from now on I use the stairs.