To begin, I’m having a pretty great day. This is the first day in about two weeks that I feel %100 healthy.
Nextly (lol),
I was riding the elevator in my building home from rehearsal when a woman’s voice started saying “hello?” “hello?” I was in the elevator with an older (but not old) gentleman. I pulled my phone out, thinking I’d accidentally butt-dialed someone, but I realized that the voice was too clear and loud to be coming from my pocket.
That’s when I remembered that a few weeks ago, my father told me that he heard beeping or something in the elevator, and I’d figured out that it was coming from the emergency call box that the elevator has (in case of emergencies, obviously, it’s meant to be used to contact the fire or police department). I looked down and sure enough, the voice was coming from in there.
“Hello,” I responded.
“Hello? I can’t hear you!” the woman’s voice said.
“Hello,” I said again.
“Oh, hi.” the voice said, and then paused. “I can’t hear you.”
“Yes you can,” I said, faltering a little. “If you couldn’t, you wouldn’t respond to what I said.”
“Oh. Well, yes. I couldn’t hear you before.” Again, she paused before going on. “Awhile ago my friends came to your restaurant,” she began, and then trailed off.
“I think you have the wrong number,” I said. I heard the man scoff from behind me, chuckling a little. I paused, realizing that my next sentence was going to sound ridiculous. “This is an elevator.” I smiled as I said it.
“Oh, okay; sorry,” the voice’s reply came. There was no hint of confusion in her voice. A red light below the speaker illuminated the words “call received” and a picture of a phone receiver.
By this time, the elevator had reached my floor (the gentleman was going to a higher floor than I was), so I stepped out onto the landing. I turned back to look at the gentleman, who had a look of gleeful shock on his face. We both burst out laughing.
Has this ever happened to anyone else?
Not a Hunger Games fan, but dear lord I want to learn to do this.
dude.
