Friday, August 3, 2012

Up and Down

The kind of day metaphor becomes real life.

This morning, I needed to ride the elevator to my office, to floor two.  Before I knew it, I was at floor six and down again. But it did not stop.  Up and down.  Up and down. To floor six and down again.  The doors did not open, the ride did not stop, and the people I shared this elevator with, who I had not given a second glance, became people.

One woman with a thick Australian accent who claimed she might be sick.  Another with beautiful, rainbow tattoos sliding up and down both arms, who turned to humor So this is the kind of day it's going to be, she said with a nervous laugh.  The other who was not going to tolerate this under any circumstances, who threatened to push any button she could, something bright red with an X.  Please don't,  I begged. A girl with huge, thick glasses and wild hair who said not a single word.

So we agreed to press the alarm only (not the bright red button with an X!) and I became the spokesperson, speaking to the booming elevator voice of God (or the security guy in the lobby) We'd like to stop, I said, On any floor.  Preferably the first.  

We continued to ride. Up and down. We passed every floor, then passed it again in reverse. I had not expected a Coney Island elevator ride this morning.  No, I did not.

We were let out eventually.  I am grateful for that. My head is still dizzy.  And I am thinking about what it means to be caught in an endless up and down, waiting for somebody, anybody, to let me out.


  1. As someone with a barely-restrained fear of elevators, that would not be the highlight of my day! And you're right: the endless going up, going down can be quite fitting for life.

  2. I hope your equilibrium is back to normal!
    But isn't it wonderful to be thrown into a situation where suddenly people can be seen as people instead of just surrounding? You got me a little choked up describing it!

  3. Um, that would be pretty scary. How long were you in there? Did they figure out what was wrong and FIX it?

  4. I know you didn't mean this to be comical, but it put a smile on my face.

    Glad you eventually got out. Have a better, elevator free, weekend!

  5. I'm glad you got out too! That was so well-written, as usual.

  6. oh my word, you poor thing. I would not have been a happy camper among elevator campers. so glad you were let off.

  7. Oh my goodness! I don't like lifts (or elevators) at the best of times but I would hate to be stuck in one, particularly if it looked like it wasn't going to stop! I'm glad that you got out in the end.