Remember That Time I Got Stuck In The Elevator Door?

ByAngie

Remember That Time I Got Stuck In The Elevator Door?

First of all, this will NOT be a spiritual post. However, it was requested by a few that I blog about it, so here you go. I hope it makes you all smile, even if at my expense.

Hmm... Now I see why my 3rd child is afraid of these things...

On Wednesday afternoon my Mom and I packed my 3 youngest children up in the car and headed down to City Hall to handle some business.

It was hectic, confusing, and HOT in the building. The elevators were small, just barely fitting my huge bus of a double stroller.

On my, oh, 348th ride on the elevator, I hit a snag:

The doors opened. The girl and guy inside the elevator slowly ease their way out. We’re talking snail speed. It was fine, I wasn’t in a hurry. But they looked at me like I was a greeter who was supposed to tell them which direction to go. You know, because the city hires women and let’s them bring 3 children under 3 to work with them… 😉

Finally, they were out of the way and I started to back into the elevator, and that’s when it happened:

I felt the door closing on my shoulder! It wasn’t stopping, it just kept going, so I moved forward… but not enough.

I WISH the elevator was this big...

My left butt cheek was STUCK in the door and about 10-12 people were just standing there, looking at me like “What a moron”. Can’t say I blame them… But I literally had to PULL my rear end OUT of the door. I flashed images of the elevator moving and ripping my butt off. (I have an imagination, obviously.)

I’ve been sitting a little oddly since, but have been okay otherwise.

Oh, and I was there to get a zoning permit for the business license to start the online store we are about to launch on this site. Talk about being professional! Thank goodness that I quickly hit the “down” button right after and the doors opened right back up about 10 seconds later.

Talk about embarrassing!

No really, talk about embarrassing… What’s happened to you? Let’s all laugh at ourselves and just how silly we can be…

About the author

Angie editor

Angie, a mother of 5, currently lives in the Inland Empire area of Southern California with her husband of 19 years, Bobby, & 4 of their children. She is a non-custodial mother of 1 that lives with her during the Summer. Angie is a stay at home mom, homeschooling all 3 of her younger children. (She plans to homeschool her children through high school graduation.) She'll be the first to admit she is human & full of flaws. Every day she praises God for His grace & mercy on her life. She's lived in 5 different states, loves to craft & sew, and is what you would call a "Disney Geek" since birth. Dreaming of one day returning to school, her free time is spent studying and attempting to play piano. If you have any questions or for any other reason need to contact someone about this blog, she is the one to contact. You can email her at Angie (at) RaisingStickyHands (dot) com.

  • That sounds horrible (sorry for laughing). I really don’t like those elevators that close even after they hit you (or your bottom).

    Blessings
    Honey