
This year, Courtney and John made the turkey and trimmings for Thanksgiving at their place. I called it "Court and JB's First Annual Thanksgiving Dinner" thinking that this would start a new tradition, etc. Years down the road we would be talking about their first attempt at making the entire supper. Although they didn't have the timing down just right....mashed potatoes, gravy, dressing done an hour before the turkey, etc....the food was great. And, NO, I didn't nitpick or comment on anything negatively....I've never actually cooked the turkey part of it....my job has always been everything else. I was happy to help out where needed and have some good food after a long day at work.
But, something else happened that will forever foreshadow Court and JB's First Annual Thanksgiving Dinner.......getting stuck in the elevator on the way home. Yup, that's what I said....we got stuck in the elevator! AND IT WAS ALL KIP'S FAULT!!! The elevator has always seemed a little small and creepy...just like any little elevator in a little apartment building, etc. But last night, when we got in the elevator to go up to their place, we noticed blue padding hung on the walls. Obviously this is what they use when people are moving so they don't scratch up the walls (someone had a truck full of furniture outside). Fast forward to after supper when we are leaving. Walking down the hall, the boys were talking about zombies and if an apartment building is better than our house to hide, etc and comments were made about how many tenants could be potential zombies, would you take the elevator or stairs, blah, blah, blah. We got in the elevator, and Kip made a comment about how sketchy it looked and how sturdy it was.....start going down.....AND THE JERK JUMPED!!! Only once, and not really hard, but enough to mess up the elevator! Made a funny noise like it was off the track or whatever and then sort of had the noise that would make you think it was moving but it wasn't. Kip and I looked at each other and I have to admit, I called him a not so nice name...lol. I hate elevators, I hate small spaces, I hate taking elevators up more than a few floors b/c I don't like elevators or small spaces (did I mention that before?). So what does Kip do? Start pushing buttons. First the ones to open the doors...we might be on the main floor but the doors just didn't open. Hit the first floor b/c we might be on that floor. NOTHING!!! At this point, the boys realize that we ARE actually STUCK in the elevator. Patrick sits on the floor and starts reading his book....what does Eric do? He starts saying "oh no....oh no!" Kip thinks he is freaking out and tries to reassure him that we are okay and we'll be out in a minute. So, Eric says....that's not the problem....and proceeds to commence with the turkey farts! UGH!!
Kip wants to push the emergency button but having an alarm sounding in there is not my idea of fun at this point so I grab my cell to call Courtney and tell her we are stuck in the elevator. AND SHE DOESN'T ANSWER HER PHONE!! Thankfully, I have her John's cell number and he answers. I tell him what's going on and that no, it isn't a joke. They come out and start pushing the button in the hall. Courtney went to get the building manager and apparently he was very nonchalant about it....like it happens all the time!!!
We finally get out after what was probably only 5 minutes but feels like an eternity when you are the one stuck in the elevator (and have to pee). The manager is trying to tell us that there is nothing really to worry about b/c it's hydrolic and even if the cables break, it will fall slowly and not crash to the bottom of the shaft. Um, ya, whatever. NEVER GETTING ON IT AGAIN!! Then Courtney and John tell us that they never use the elevator b/c they think it's sketchy too. Seriously?
Oh, did I mention that they only live three floors up? Ugh. They boys were nice enough to remind me that I make them walk up three flights of stairs to the dentist "because the excercise is good for them" and then we get stuck in an elevator going down three floors. Yup, I do see the irony...thanks!
We were talking about it all the way home......remember that Thanksgiving when Dad jumped in the elevator and it got stuck? LOL