I returned home from work yesterday to see the apartment manager standing outside the elevator door. The scene went something like this…
MGR (shouting into the elevator): Don’t worry, I called the repair man and he’ll be here in about a half hour! If you start panicking, I’ll call 911.
ME: Oh no, someone’s stuck?
MGR: Don’t worry it’s just Tim (the other apartment manager, her boyfriend).
TIM (muffled shout from inside): OK! I’ll just lie down and take a nap.