Estac!

[muckefuck]

I could get used to being on top of things. Today I was out the door at 7:35 with everything in tow including my nightguard (for sleeping over at monshu's tonight) and last night's leftovers. I was stretched, breakfasted, and looking forward to getting in and leaving early in order to have more time with my honey tonight.

Then I got stuck in the elevator.

I knew I was taking a chance given what happened to Stoner Boy the other week, but it'd been behaving so well for a while and the other elevator was in use. (If you ask me why I don't go down the stairs, the answer is: bad knees. Thanks, Mom and Dad!) When it first stopped more than a foot below the ground floor, I thought I could still force the door; nothing doing.

So I did exactly what I told one of neighbours I'd do if this happened to me: I calmly took out my phone and called the front desk. Strabo answered promptly and promised to get one of the engineers. In the meantime, I sat back on the carpeted floor and started reading my copy of Pedro Páramo.

A few minutes later, Strabo was there, explaining that he couldn't find the engineer and trying to work the release with his keys. But the chief engineer was actually in the building and soon came by and popped the door open. Almost immediately afterward, the cavalry arrived in the form of two other employees. The chief engineer was demonstrating his method to Strabo; I thanked everyone and headed out.

One of the men was headed in the same direction and accompanied me as far as the sidewalk. "Ju güer estac in de elevator?" I told him it was no big deal; I had food, a phone, and entertainment. "Guan taim ay guas estac so ay col sequiuriti an tel dem to bringa mi bir an a ledi!" Yeah, maybe next time.

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[thesilia.livejournal.com]

ROFL@your rendering of the dialect. i can HEAR it coming out of his mouth the way you write it. thanks!