Looking around the square confinement of where I was , I could not find the knob that would take me up. As a matter of fact, I could not find anything to press as every side of the lift was transparent except for the door in which I entered.
I was already getting scared. How will I get out? Who will I ask? Why did i enter alone? Of course, that's because I was the only one going up. It was then I remembered that I had wasted enough time in the reception of the famous Gtbank head quarters popularly known as 635.
Just because of common I.T I have to do an interview. Leg is paining me ohhh. Its been close to 15 minutes in this stupid thing called an elevator. If I can at least open it I would talk to the security that the lift as refused to go up, See me see trouble. I thought I was smart. I used to see lifts in movies, I should be able to do this thing but no my brain failed me.
God decided to bring my misery to an end as someone pressed the lift from outside in expectation that when it's done it should come back down. The lift opened as I saw plenty people waiting to go to their respective offices.
Chai, see as they were bombarding me with questions like "What happened?" ,"You don't know what to press?", "What floor are you going?" , "How long have you been inside?", "Why didn't you just ask before entering?", "Why didn't you just take the stairs?".
I could not open my mouth to answer as they laughed at me.
I managed to say 6th floor as they press a very fine button at the right hand side. Am so embarrassed, is like the ground should open and swallow me. I don't think I have ever felt so embarrassed like that. To make matters worse, the person that would interview me was in the elevator with me. I am finished.
(c)Kaysmile