Friends are great. They can listen to you, laugh with you, cry with you, and smack you upside the head when you are being a bit ridiculous. In my case, the smack would come from being absolutely ridiculous! Some friends come in to your life for a short time, others stick around through the long haul.
I can probably count my close friends on one hand. By close, I mean the people who have seen me cry and have been there to see me at my lowest lows and still call me the next day.
Now, when it comes to finding myself in a compromising situation, such as say, being stuck in an elevator, there is probably one friend I would want stuck in that elevator with me. The College Friend, RaTa (I like to protect names if you didn’t know), would be the one who would have to be stuck with me.
Over the years, we have been there for each other through a lot of fun times: college, parties, that fun vacation where you stayed in that insane lighthouse shaped summer rental(!), weddings, babies, drama, laughs…you name it, we were there talking each other off the ledge and then end with some good laugh therapy.
I think that RaTa would help make the time go by quicker. Whether we were talking about our kids, what is coming next for each of us on this crazy adventure we are both traveling, or just telling each other dirty jokes we may have heard, RaTa would keep things sane. And I hope I would be able to do the same for her. Hell, I hope that we are never stuck in elevator, no offense RaTa, because being stuck in an elevator would really suck.
Let’s be honest – I don’t know that it really would matter who was stuck in an elevator with me, after about 20 minutes, I would want out of that little metal box. I would start going insane and imagining us plummeting down to our deaths. Then I would think about some movie I saw where they talked about the giant springs in each elevator shaft and I would wonder if the people in the elevator with us would bounce or would we smack down on the ground? Would I remember to jump just before we hit the ground and save my legs from being broken? What floor would we be stuck on? I mean if we are up high, the fall would be that much worse. But if we were only on the second floor and we were stuck, our chances of getting out alive would be much better. And if we did get stuck, what if there was someone who had just come from the gym and really smelled bad? What if I got a stomach bug at that exact moment. What if the fire department couldn’t get me out of the little trap door. Damn it. If I get out out of this elevator alive, I’m going to be 100% faithful to Weight Watchers and when I hit goal, I’m going to crawl through an elevator escape hatch just to prove I can. What if…
Thanks RaTa, I can hear you telling me to stop all the way from where you are. And that is why RaTa would be the one stuck with me in that little metal box that takes us up floors in buildings. I guess I should just take the stairs.
This post was written as part of the May NaBloPoMo. The theme this month is comfort. Today’s prompt “If you had to be trapped in an elevator, which friend would you want trapped with you and why?” RaTa would be my unfortunate friend stuck in the elevator with me. Sorry RaTa…let’s not ride the elevators.