As I walked away from my sociology class the other day, I was feeling rather confident. I'd finished the test very first out of anyone in the class, and I'd even checked all the sides of all of the papers so that I was sure I didn't miss any questions. I'd either bombed it or aced it. Either way, it was over.
I decided to treat myself to an elevator ride, since I'd felt I'd done good on the test.
The doors opened, and I walked in and waited for them to close. I waited for it to take me to my level, but it didn't. The elevator wasn't even moving! Scared that I was going to be stuck in an elevator for hours, I immediately checked to see how the charge on my cell phone was doing. Almost dead.
This sent me into panic mode, so I decided to see what I could do about making it move again. Push the open button? Push random buttons? Call someone to come save me? Why, oh why, did I have to finish that test so early?! There was no one even in the halls! I leaned in to inspect the numbers for some sort of clue.
Then I realized that I'd never pushed the button for my floor. THAT'S why it wasn't moving. Oh, dear.
I'm an idiot.
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