Stories about how people get stuck in the elevator at the most important moment for them, I myself often read in magazines. In my house, the elevator also made me happy a couple of times by stopping between floors. But she didn't expect a catch on New Year's Eve.
I am driving in a beautiful dress, shimmering with gold, with hair, makeup, a bottle of champagne for a friend who is having a party. Admiring myself in the elevator mirror. On the 11th floor, I was joined by a young man who looked like a courier in his clothes.
In the area of the 8th floor, the elevator creaked disgustingly and stood up. "Let's go!" - said the young man.
I am terrified that I can celebrate the holiday in the elevator, I began to frantically press the buttons, then kick the walls of the elevator.
The young man was calmer than me and said: “It's you, girl, in vain! If there was a chance that the elevator would open, then after such actions you simply destroyed it! ”.
He pressed the button to communicate with the elevator operator, but no one answered on the other end of the line. Of course, it would be strange to find a madman who was sitting in the elevator service a few hours before the New Year.
“Well, settle down! It will be hot here soon, so take your coat off! " - having said this, the young man took off his jacket and sat on it.
I don't know why, but tears flowed from my eyes. Somehow I felt very sorry for myself.
- My name is Sergey! I propose to get acquainted so as not to tell the grandchildren later that they celebrated the New Year with a stranger.
- Olga. Do you think there is no chance that we, as people, will celebrate the holiday?
- Let's meet like people. Only unusual, - Sergey laughed.
- I have champagne.
- Great, but I have one more pizza from the undelivered. Let's sit perfectly!
We really sat down with the courier perfectly: clinking glasses of pizza, playing in cities, making riddles, even trying to summon a spirit. I fell asleep already in Sergei's arms on the floor of the elevator. In this form, we were "opened" at 7 am. The picture was quite interesting: a glamorous disheveled lady, under which lay a courier, an empty pizza box and a bottle of champagne. It’s good that the elevator operator didn’t take pictures of us on the phone, otherwise we would have to buy out the dirt.
When we said goodbye to Sergei, we promised each other that we would not use the elevator on December 31!
