My husband got stuck in an elevator this weekend. And boy was he pissed. It all started around 3:30 am when he was done playing black jack and coming up to our room in the casino. As usual, I had quit hours earlier after losing my $40 in the penny slot machines (that now require a minimum .30 cents bet. I would argue that it isn’t officially a “penny slot machine” because I would damn sure bet a lot less than that if I had the option but that is just me bitching).
All was well as he got into the elevator and pushed our floor. When he reached it, the elevator stopped. But the door would not open. At all. After waiting a reasonable amount of time, my husband said he tried pushing all the buttons, he even pushed the emergency call button. Which resulted in a very loud blast of ringing noises that could only be heard inside the elevator. He then tried to McGyver his way out using a plastic wet floor sign, hotel door key and a credit card. To no avail.
At this point he was getting pretty pissed. Being the considerate husband that he is, he used his cell phone to try and call the front desk instead of me. At first he did not get any service and then when he did no one answered. So then he did finally call me and yelled that he was “stuck in the fucking elevator for 30 minutes and I needed to call someone.”
I was sound asleep when he called (I feel like I should get kudos for answering, right?) but I did immediately call the front desk and informed them that my husband was stuck in the elevator. And I got the response of: “Oh my goodness! We’ll send someone right up!” I tried to call my husband back but it went to voicemail so I just texted him “they are sending someone.” Pretty obvious this wasn’t the first time this had happened.
Then I hear pounding from the hall. Now, our room was about 10-12 rooms down the hall from the elevator so I am thinking if I can hear that, surely someone closer to the elevator would have heard as well and investigated, right? I guess not.
So now here is my dilemma, should I get up and go down to the elevator? This is a legit question but the barrier was that I was in my pajamas. The bigger question was: Did I want to put on a bra? Because there simply isn’t an option of not wearing one. While contemplating that, I heard a walkie talkie conversation in the hall and sighed in relief that I could climb back into bed.
Then I thought that was rather mean, since my husband had just experienced a rather traumatic event so I should at least stay up and pretend to be supportive and I promised myself I would not say “Well, that’s what you get for staying out until 4 am.”
I heard noise down the hall which consisted mostly of my husband saying the fuck word over and over again. As the fucks became louder and closer to the hotel room, I went over and opened the door.
Yeah, pissed was a major understatement. I swear I wanted to laugh because come on, getting stuck in an elevator in a rinky dink casino at 4 am would be a humor bloggers dream. If it were me, I probably would have just curled up and gone to sleep. Except what would I do if I had to pee? And this would be the perfect test to see how much your spouse really cares. I mean, you would definitely know based on how long it would take before they started looking for you, right? Except it would suck for me because I don’t usually get up on weekends before 10 am.
At any rate, I provided the normal supportive consolidation and totally agreed with him that if we had heard the elevator bell going off and kicking noises, we definitely would have left the room to investigate. Well, he would have; I would still have the whole bra issue to deal with.