I find myself trapped a lot. Too often for my liking, really.
And I’m not talking metaphorically.
There was that time I unexpectedly rode an elevator up and down nonstop for 45 minutes at a hotel in San Francisco. (Did I mention I’m very susceptible to motion sickness? You do the math.)
There was the memorable experience of getting locked in a housing project in London, England, after being given the wrong address where I was to meet people. That one was really interesting, since I didn’t have a local SIM card, so no way to reach anyone to let them know I was trapped. How the heck would I get out of the locked gate — who locks an exit gate, anyway? — and how the heck would I find the people I was supposed to meet? (Thankfully, my colleagues sent out a search party to find me, and when I finally escaped the compound, they miraculously ran into me wandering the streets.)
This afternoon I was trying to exit an underground parking lot, but could not get the garage door to open. A note on my receipt said the exit code was 1245, but there was nowhere to enter said code. With my car parked at the exit booth and hazard lights flashing, I meandered (well, lurched, semi panic-stricken, is probably more accurate) around the lot, looking for an attendant, to no avail. I picked up several serious-looking red “emergency” phones and waited for a security guard to answer, but got no response.
The lot was eerily quiet. Not a soul was around. I called the toll-free number near the booth. “You’ve reached ParkSafe. We’re not available, but please call back in 10 minutes.”
When these things happen to me, I sometimes have a brief flash that this will later make for an amusing story.
You’re reading this now, so it means I finally made it out of the garage. While I was having dinner with my friend, I got this brief text from Mark at ParkSafe:
It was cool that Mark got back to me. He seemed nice.
2 replies on “Trapped: A Story”
Oh. My. God. That must’ve been so scary! Not much worse than a deserted parking lot – that you can’t get out of!! That beats by far my own story of being stuck in an elevator for 40 minutes and then rescued by firemen. They were nice too, like ‘your’ Mark. 😀
BTW your other experiences sound awful too!! Poor you!