There are two tiiny elevators in the building where I work at. Around 500 people who work there use them. So what happens when the clock strikes 2:15pm and let's say 400 of us are anxiously waiting to get in, get out, and head on home?
You are about to witness a stampede to be squeeeeezed in the two tiny cubicles.
Luckily I am always one of the first to step in since I'm on the highest floor -the elevators tend to stop there first.
Trying to glue myself in the back corner of the dark gloomy elevator (being invisible for just this 1 minute ride) I cross my fingers and pray to God not to be sandwiched between the fat old man with the breath of a dead mouse and the itchy pregnant lady with a huge appetite of whatever it is.
... 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, G...
Chaching! Finally the metal door slides open...
Welcome heaven!!
I live through that every week day. lol. ;c)
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