All tagged panic in an elevator

Locked out. . .

"I've never had an elevator break down on me," I said to the brown-eyed, auburn-haired stranger, I was riding it with on 450 Sutter Street, San Francisco.  

"Shh, shh," she admonished, laying a finger on her lips.  "Don't say it out loud.  This one's already broken down twice."

"What did you do, then?" I asked with morbid curiosity, a die-hard suburbanite visiting San Francisco for the day and looking for some tame adventure.  Being rescued from a stuck elevator would qualify.

She shrugged and exited the elevator with rapid strides.  I continued on to my floor and was a little disappointed when I arrived without any upheaval.  The lingering disappointment remained with me after I'd been examined by my doctor and found 'healthy as a horse.'  Time to go home to placid Pleasanton.