Well, no I wasn't stuck in one (thank God! my worst nightmare!!)
But I was on one with a few other people, when this really wheezy coughy sweaty runny nosey fatty man got on, and I was somehow budged in behind him. He wouldn't stop coughing, and would he cover his mouth? Not at all. Anyway, the other people got off...and did he move to give me room? Not at all. So here I was, trapped behind this beast, discreetly trying to cover my mouth with my top, when the elevator eventually comes to my floor. His large bulk was still blocking me, so I try to push past without making any physical contact...did he get the hint?
Not at all.Talking would have required breathing, so that was out of the equasion, and his coughs were covering up my little yelps of desperation, and I ended up missing my floor. He got off at the next one, thank the Lord, and I followed him off and took the stairs. Doesn't sound too bad, but trust me it was hell.
Updated On: 11/4/04 at 07:50 PM