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>

> Ever been stuck in an elevator in sao paulo? Oh yeah I did.
>
> Jose and I were riding the elevator down from the 12th floor and
> jose bumped the wall and it made the light flicker.
>
> The five year old in me thought this was hysterical, so I pretended
> to jump which made the light flicker more. And it made jose
> nervous. Which only made me want to do it more.
>
> Fast forward two minutes and I jump, this time just a little too
> high. The elevator stops. Jose and I are holding our breath at
> this point. We seem to be between floors.
>
> There is a call button, which I try, but there is no answer. I try
> English, Spanish and even some made up german. I should note that I
> will never, ever resort to fake french.
>
> So now jose and I are beginning to sweat. Jose hits a button be the
> light goes out. Holy crap says jose. He is freaking out. We are
> hitting all the floor buttons like kids playing a prank. The silver
> box does not move.
>
> I am holding the alarm button but it only seems to ring in our box.
> Jose and I are avoiding eye contact. The american in me says enough
> and I start to bang on the door an yell help. This produces a small
> voice saying hello?
>
> A wave of hope rushes over us but quickly fades as we hear nothing.
> We stand silently, trying to remain calm. I am convinced if it comes
> to it, I could become a cannible. Better to eat than be a eaten. I
> should mention all of the company i am visiting is waiting for us
> downstairs while we just drop our bags off before dinner.
>
> So finally the door opens and we are indeed between floors. I offer
> to give jose a boost, which he takes instantly with not though of
> helping me out. I climb out of the elevator like I do it everyday.
> I thank my rescuer guy and get out of the hotel without making eye
> contact with anyone.
>
> The elevator ia still not fixed Jose is still not talking to me.
>
> Hope your day is awesome.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Henri,

I believe I have heard you and your fake French ... That was an awesome story - thanks for making my day!

Noj nOj noJ

PS - The only cannibal I could see you becoming is a Fine Young Cannibal singing, "She Drives Me Crazy."

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