Did ThyssenKrupp think I am Jewish and locked me in the lift deliberately? Or maybe in revenge because we won the war and by us winning the war led to a loss of the company's mega profits in Germany during WWII? Too soon? The company has modernised and now calls itself TK. Schindler and Otis have not seen the need for a name change.
I plea, I am not Jewish and don't lock me in a lift. The above makes as much sense as anti vaccination people make.
TK is replacing our lifts. It is a big project and in the meantime our lifts have been dreadful.
We had a lovely family gathering Sunday, chaotic, loud, trying to constantly monitor children. Mother is going deaf and did not once complain about the noise level of eight adults cross talking and five children.
I drove on the freeway to ABI Brother's and supplied $80 worth of Red Rooster take away food to the gathering. ABI Brother supplied soft drinks and cakes, and more cakes were brought by Ex Sis in Law. Mother wobbled out to the back garden and threw jelly snakes up into the air which landed on the grass and they were quickly gathered by the kiddies. So hygienic, Mother. Later she threw wrapped lollies into the garden beds and again this went off a treat with her great grand children. Some plants were injured during the gathering process, but none required hospital treatment.
It was a great few hours and we had a lot of fun and good chat.
Hard work though and a simple meal planned at home for the night. R unerringly serves dinner at 7 to the minute. R pointed out I had not taken my 6.30 medication at 6.45. My phone must be on my bed muffled and I did not hear the alert. No, I have left in down in the car. 6.55 I just had time to retrieve it before dinner. The lift behaved oddly and stopped at the 10th floor and would not move. I pressed several buttons but it would not move. I pressed the call button and within ten seconds someone answered. He was very reassuring and said he will attend to it and if you don't hear back from me within five minutes, call me back. Btw, do you have a mobile phone with you. No, I replied. I was going down to the carpark to collect it.
The nice man called back within two minutes. Someone is on their way but they are forty five minutes away. Is there someone I can call for you to tell them what has happened? Yes, call R please and tell him. I struggled for a minute to remember R's phone number, mainly because I was trying to state it using zero rather than O. I sat in the corner of the lift on the floor but that was hurting my shoulder. I folded up a plastic supermarket bag I was returning to the car into a pillow and lay on the floor for half an hour. I hoped to doze off, but I did not. I had to get up again when the intercom person called me back to see if I was ok and how was I doing. Nice.
There were noises of people trying move, or kick lift doors, as the sole working lift for the building I was in was not moving. After about forty five minutes a soft alarm began sounding, then a few minutes later, a louder alarm. Then the lift pressed button panel lights cleared. I could hear boots tramping up the stairs. The lift repair man stopped off at the 10th floor to tell me I would be soon be out. He of course had to walk up 22 flights of stairs to reach the lift motor room. As I thought, it was a simple reset. The lift began to move to the ground floor and I then went straight back to our floor. The phone can wait. I was a bit cold and hungry.
I was traumatised and I need government funded counselling and strong drugs to recover and stop my fear of lifts.
It was an hour out of my life. It wasn't a great experience but TK was very good and I will send the company a complimentary note about their staff.