So, it's finally here. The two day women's conference that I have been helping sell tickets for for the last six months. Speakers from all over the country are here to talk on womanhood and being the best you you can be.
But that's not the story here.
Not by a long shot.
So my friend A and I decided to drive together. (Being the socially responsible carpoolers that we are and All-yeah, sure.) Anyway our morning started off fairly normally, we were up and out of the house and on the road by 530. That's right sports fans..That is AM. Did you know that time existed on non school and workdays? Me either, but I digress. We made a quick stop to get snacks for the day (we had intentions of buying sandwiches, but ended up with chips and doughnuts...don't judge.) We then made another quick stop for water (because our brains at five AM apparently do not process that salty snacks constitute need for beverages.) And then finally arrived at the parking garage.
This is where the story starts.
We got to the parking garage bright and early and had our pick of spots in the lot. We picked the one of the closest spots to the elevators, and got out of the car excited for our day of uplifting, spiritual talks. We press the elevator button, it announced It's arrival with a cheerful "ding" and I led the way to step inside.
There was a pile of garbage on the floor.
It moved.
I screamed and uttered words I am sure my sweet friend A has never heard me say before.
We made a b-line for the stairs, rushed down to the security booth and started to explain to them that there was a guy in the elevator.
The guard was shocked and wanted to be sure we were okay, and immediatley asked if we were harmed or assaulted (in my current state of mind, I can't even tell you if that is spelled right) at all. I am pretty sure we somehow were able to tell him that it was a non moving human, in a garbage bag...yes a garbage bag...(at this point the security guard was speaking to A directly....I was a horrible blubbering mess and I am pretty sure I was hyperventilating at this point too.)
Security was called. The elevator was investigated. From a safe vantage point down the street, A attempted to calm me down while we watched and waited with bated breath (well A did, she is the only one who had control of her breathing at this point). Several security guards swarmed the area (by several I mean three) one stopped to ask if we were the ones to find the man in the elevator. Again A spoke for both of us. I am actually pretty surprised looking back that nobody tried to treat me for shock. I am the one that nearly stepped on him afterall....
We looked back, he walked out of the elevator on his own. A breathed a sigh of relief, I began to breathe a little better, but am still shaking at this point. In fact as I blog this...still shaking. A is laughing hysterically at me right now and telling everyone not to bother the crazy lady. We are supposed to be listening to the assignments for the day, all I can think about is breathing regularly. I am such a light weight wimp.
Anyway, today is Time Out For Women. I am here to be uplifted, spiritually fed, and to hyperventilate and go completely crazy in the parking lot. It should be a good day.
But that's not the story here.
Not by a long shot.
So my friend A and I decided to drive together. (Being the socially responsible carpoolers that we are and All-yeah, sure.) Anyway our morning started off fairly normally, we were up and out of the house and on the road by 530. That's right sports fans..That is AM. Did you know that time existed on non school and workdays? Me either, but I digress. We made a quick stop to get snacks for the day (we had intentions of buying sandwiches, but ended up with chips and doughnuts...don't judge.) We then made another quick stop for water (because our brains at five AM apparently do not process that salty snacks constitute need for beverages.) And then finally arrived at the parking garage.
This is where the story starts.
We got to the parking garage bright and early and had our pick of spots in the lot. We picked the one of the closest spots to the elevators, and got out of the car excited for our day of uplifting, spiritual talks. We press the elevator button, it announced It's arrival with a cheerful "ding" and I led the way to step inside.
There was a pile of garbage on the floor.
It moved.
I screamed and uttered words I am sure my sweet friend A has never heard me say before.
We made a b-line for the stairs, rushed down to the security booth and started to explain to them that there was a guy in the elevator.
The guard was shocked and wanted to be sure we were okay, and immediatley asked if we were harmed or assaulted (in my current state of mind, I can't even tell you if that is spelled right) at all. I am pretty sure we somehow were able to tell him that it was a non moving human, in a garbage bag...yes a garbage bag...(at this point the security guard was speaking to A directly....I was a horrible blubbering mess and I am pretty sure I was hyperventilating at this point too.)
Security was called. The elevator was investigated. From a safe vantage point down the street, A attempted to calm me down while we watched and waited with bated breath (well A did, she is the only one who had control of her breathing at this point). Several security guards swarmed the area (by several I mean three) one stopped to ask if we were the ones to find the man in the elevator. Again A spoke for both of us. I am actually pretty surprised looking back that nobody tried to treat me for shock. I am the one that nearly stepped on him afterall....
We looked back, he walked out of the elevator on his own. A breathed a sigh of relief, I began to breathe a little better, but am still shaking at this point. In fact as I blog this...still shaking. A is laughing hysterically at me right now and telling everyone not to bother the crazy lady. We are supposed to be listening to the assignments for the day, all I can think about is breathing regularly. I am such a light weight wimp.
Anyway, today is Time Out For Women. I am here to be uplifted, spiritually fed, and to hyperventilate and go completely crazy in the parking lot. It should be a good day.
