When Robert and I went to see The Dark Knight we planned to go to the Park and Ride and take the bus to downtown Seattle. The one closest to us was full so we drove to the next town over to park there, feeling like we had plenty of time to make our bus. Driving up and through the parking garage we didn’t find a spot until the fifth and final floor-getting out of the car I see our bus at the top of the hill behind us! Apparently, we weren’t as early as I’d thought. We raced to the elevator and the doors luckily opened quickly. I take the first step forward and freeze, I feel the panic rush over me and air leaves my chest. I look to my right and see the bus coming and know that I have to get on this elevator if we want to make the one o’clock showing of The Dark Knight so I step forward into the GLASS ELEVATOR. One peak outside at the death I am certainly rushing towards is enough to get me to close my eyes, I grip the railing with one hand and my husband with the other and proceed to panic, shriek, and SCREAM the whole five floors down.

I’m so glad no one else got on that fucking glass elevator.

I got off that elevator feeling victorious; I had beaten the elevator even if I did it screaming like a five year old.

Of course, then one o’clock showing was sold out and we had to wait for the 3 o’clock show.