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| - There's only one thing worse than an air conditioning unit whose decibel level rivals the planes flying over the building: getting stuck in a 90-degree elevator with 6 other conference members after sitting through 10.5 hours of said conference.
We were stuck at the third floor and no one knew what to do. One guy's solution? Press every button to get the thing moving. Another guy gets on his iPad and actually Googles "How to get out of a stuck elevator". Step number one? Don't press any buttons. FML.
The conversation between me and the front desk (via the elevator emergency phone) went something like this:
FD: Crowne Plaza, can I help you?
Me: Yes. 7 of us are stuck in your elevator.
*Five minutes later*
Me: Do you have an ETA?
FD: Um, we called the elevator company and we're waiting for a call back.
*10 minutes later, temperature rising, coworker confesses he is claustrophobic*
Me: What's the ETA?
FD: The elevator company hasn't called us back. We'll try to get someone to help you.
Me: Great idea.
*15 minutes later*
Coworker: Do you have a f*cking ETA? It's f*cking HOT IN HERE!!!!
FD: We're working on it.
Coworker: Well, try working a little harder!
50 minutes in, we hear all sorts of banging and clanging. Claustro is screaming, "Get us OUT OF HEEEEEEERE!!!" and slowly going insane. Someone outside helping us yells, "I guess it's getting pretty hot in there, huh?" FML.
55 minutes in, the Fire Department pries the door open. We run out, sweaty and angry. Then 4 of our 7 hop on an elevator to finally get to their rooms (!).
Later, all 7 of us were locked out of our rooms because staff went in to drop off cards and bowls of "Sorry you suffered for an hour" mixed nuts.
Wow. Locked in an elevator, then locked out of our rooms. Will we be back? Not likely.
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