It was Two in the morning, on February 14th. Valentine’s day. We’d been stuck in the elevator for almost an hour. An hour earlier, the floor had bounced, and we heard two loud pings, and the elevator came to a dead stop.
I’d used my cell phone to call building maintenance, but no one answered, and my call went to voicemail. She’d used her phone to post her status on Facebook, and Twitter, and to send messages to her friends. No one answered. No one texted back.
We were stuck. “I figure we’re stuck here until the maintenance crew gets here at five or so.” That didn’t make her happy, and I’m sure her being stuck in an elevator with someone who was probably older than her parents, wasn’t something she wanted.
At the one hour mark, I decided to sit down in the back corner of the tiny room we were trapped in, and see if I could take a nap.
She watched me like I was some kind of predator, waiting for her to pass out, after which there was no telling what I’d do.
“Well, since we’re stuck here,” I pulled out my phone, and put up a picture of my daughter. “This is my daughter. She’s 31, and married. Expecting a baby in a few months.”
The girl looked at my phone. I let her hold it. “She’s older than me.”
“Yeah. I thought she was.” I shrugged, and leaned my head against the wall. “I’m too old for a lot of things, you know.” After a big sigh. “A lot of things are for younger people.” I almost laughed, “Getting stuck in an elevator at stupid o’clock is exhausting. I need a nap.”
She sat down in the other back corner. “I could use a nap too.”
“I have a son, too. Want to see his picture?” She nodded. I brought the picture up on my phone. She looked, and smiled, “He’s kind of cute.”
“He’s not married yet. Think he has a boyfriend. But he doesn’t talk about it.”
She handed my phone back to me. “Are you married?”
“I was. She died early. Way too young.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
Since we were talking anyway, I asked, “You married?”
“No. And not in a hurry.”
“Can’t blame you there.” I shook my head, “Men these days. I’m telling you.”
She actually laughed about that.
“If you want a nap,” I tugged at the shoulder of my coat, “You are welcome to put this out on the floor. I mean. I wouldn’t sleep on this floor. Holy crap.”
We talked a bit, about families, and work. About cats, and dogs. Even about how no one would ever believe we got stuck in the elevator all night. Eventually, she did take me up on my coat offer, and stretched out on my coat, on the floor. I drifted off to sleep myself.
I woke up when the elevator floor bounced again. So did she. I was surprised to see she’d put her head in my lap. “I needed a pillow.”
“Well. At least I’m good for something.”
We heard two more pings from the elevator, and it finally started to move. It was five-fifteen in the morning. We staggered to our feet. Well. I staggered. She bounced right up. “Work is gonna suck today.”
She laughed, “I know what you mean.”
“Nine for me. You?”
“At least you get to take a good nap.”
“I got a good nap. You make a good pillow.”
As we got off the elevator, finally, she tapped me on the shoulder. “For what it’s worth. I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather get stuck in an elevator with.”
“You make a good person to talk with.”
“Happy Valentine’s day, old timer.” She gave me a hug.
“Happy Valentine’s day.”
My attempt at writing a story for the #LoveBites2020 Blog Hop. Tried something different this year. Hope it’s acceptable.
Please, go read all the other entries for the Blog Hop.
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