...I didn't die in an elevator today.

So, I was headed down to the lobby at work today. I'm on the 5th floor. Thanks to my knees, I rarely take the stairs.

Inside the elevator.

So, as I am headed to the front bank of elevators I was thinking what a great day it is. I was quite happy really. It was a sunny day outside, and there were just the right amount of clouds in the air for a summer day. Traffic didn't give me a hassle, my work day was going great.

I stepped in the elevator just as I have done many times before. I pressed the button to the first floor and awaited my swift transport to the ground floor. On the way I heard the pleasant dings of the bell alerting me that I have moved down another floor. After the third bell telling me I had reached the second floor, there was a loud "ka-chung" sound as the elevator stopped. I thought maybe it just hit hard on the first floor. The doors surely would open as they have done many times prior to this. However, today is not like every other day. No, today it decided to stop just after passing the second floor door. I opened my side of the door so I could better tell where I was. Sure enough there was a large #2 staring me in the face.