I went to the doctor's office yesterday (that embedded twin is acting up again). The office itself is on the fifth floor of a maybe 8 floor building, and I accidentally got off the elevator on the fourth floor. Whereupon I WAS TRAPPED.
One of the two elevators was out of service, and the one that I had just been on moved at about the speed of a parked car. I found two stairwells, but all the doors to floors other than to the one I was on were locked. I had to assume that if I had tried to get to the ground floor I could escape, but you never know.
The entire floor was deserted, except for a single door with the words "Cherrick and Szandor" on it. Maybe it was a law office, maybe it was where a couple guys lived. Maybe it was a front for an organ harvesting ring. I didn't know, and I wasn't about to open the door to check. I might have gotten sued. Or interrupted an awkward domestic scene. Or lost a spleen.
So I just had to wait the interminable ten minutes for the elevator with the knowledge that Mr. Szandor was undoubtedly watching me from behind his door.
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