70. It Felt So Good
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I was staying in an older hotel in San Francisco. The elevator was very small, very old school, and had signage everywhere about how you couldn’t operate it with more than 4 people. I’d also been stuck in there twice already that weekend.
Each time, I called the front desk, and they were able to recall it to the ground floor, but I’d learned to be wary. I should have started taking the stairs, but was on the 8th floor and was feeling lazy.
So on Sunday morning, I waited for the elevator for quite a while. It arrives, I hop in, and a family of 5 walks up to the elevator and follows me in. They were all large people, and they all had huge suitcases.
I politely pointed out the sign and said that I’d already been stuck in the elevator twice and that we should split the group into two. They laughed and said they were all staying on. Welp, I thought, enjoy your ride. I proceeded to run up the stairs and hit the call button on every single floor.
The best part was that I could hear them complaining from the stairwell every time the elevator opened, and nobody was there. Petty revenge never felt so good.
