Tuesday, April 20, 2010
As we were slowly descending, I looked up the open shaft to the rapidly darkening sky and said, 'you know what is going to happen, don’t you Maggie. There will be a downpour and this elevator will stop and I will be stuck in this position forever." She thought that was hilarious. I did not.
I did not have my phone with me and Steve was upstairs in the front of the house. He would never hear us yelling. In all likelihood, the neighbors would hear, but they would not be able to see us in the shaft and presume everything was all right.
For once, the worst did NOT happen. We made it to the bottom. The downpour started the second Maggie loaded onto the bus. I was soaked in about 30 seconds. She was looking out the window of the bus laughing at my dripping jacket and hair. I’m glad she had SOME entertainment before her school day.