TBWCYL Day 282 - Going Down?

Have you ever been riding an elevator and you see that little phone that's for emergencies? How about picking it up to see who was on the other end? I have now.

Today's task was exactly that and I was pumped about it. I saved it for today because I have to go to Downtown Dallas on Friday's to a client and I ride the elevator so I knew one would be handy.

I got on the elevator around 3 p.m. and went up to the 10th floor. A woman was in with me so I had to wait but was able to use the time to scope out the lay of the land. They didn't have a phone but instead had a button that you hit and in doing so call down for emergencies. I! Love! Pushing! Buttons! Especially when you aren't supposed to touch them. It is almost a dare made by The Devil and Fate and The Universe.

I got back on the elevator to leave and was luckily by myself. I hit the ground floor and crouched down in front of the button. Slowly I extended my index finger and watched the decent of the floors. The elevator went silent as I focused on that little round forbidden zone. Getting closer to the lobby, I jabbed at the button and waited with anticipation. Instantly the console emitted a hollow ringing from the wall speaker. I started to get nervous at what I was going to say to explain why I had hit the button* when the elevator doors began to open. As the third ring of the box finished I stepped out of the elevator.

As I entered the lobby I heard a voice chime on through the speaker. Someone answered, but who? Almost as if in surround sound I could hear the voice behind me in the elevator and in front of me in the lobby. I innocently turned my head to see the lobby concierge on the phone and knew that he was the man on the other end of the line. Victory!!!

I calmly strolled towards the door with a grin plastered on my face. I knew if anyone saw me they would know what I had done but I didn't care. I dared to do what every eight year old boy has tried to do before their mother yanked their arms out of the socket to prevent them; what grown men fantasize about in their business suits as they ride up to their corporate cubicle world. I hit the button and nothing blew up. I am ALIVE!!!!!!

That is all,

Newt

*My explanation was a simple one of accidentally hitting it with my foot while standing against the wall.