Being caught in an elevator while it is stuck between floors is a regular trope in TV and movies. It is an easy way to put people in an unusual situation where they can't get away and have nothing to distract themselves. Plus, it is always great to have someone go into labour at just that particular time to generate an instant disaster. Last night I got to try out being in an stuck elevator and it wasn't nearly as much fun as media would have you believe. No revelations or sudden plot twists at all.
The really ridiculous part is what happened outside the elevator. The Artist was over for dinner and had popped out for five minutes to get a coffee. Elli and I rode the elevator downstairs to send off a friend of hers and then proceeded back up... only to stop on floor 8.5 with a jolt. Mere seconds after our elevator stopped The Artist came back inside, rode the other elevator up to our place, went in, and discovered that we were missing. She sat around our condo wondering where in the world we could have gotten to - my phone was even sitting on the table and I would definitely have taken that if I had to leave for an emergency. So much confusion!
Meanwhile Elli and I were in the elevator thoroughly bored out of our skulls. I told the concierge to go to my room and tell The Artist what was going on and he said that he would do so but he clearly failed. Unfortunately we were screaming at each other through an elevator door so misunderstandings are understandable. Elli and I played Steamroller which is a game in which I roll back and forth across the floor of the elevator trying to squish her and she jumps over me. Then we played Go Fish with imaginary cards (she won), sang songs, tried to nap, counted to 200, and told stories.
Finally after an hour of lying on the floor of the elevator the technician showed up and opened the doors. The floor of the elevator was about a meter and a half above the 8th floor so I had to hand Elli down and then jump down myself. Elli was quite excited about getting to see the bits between the floors through the open elevator door. We took the stairs up to my place because both of us were thoroughly *done* with elevators for the night and found The Artist crashed on my couch. She was much relieved to see us, as you would expect.
One trope down, one thousand to go.