How exciting...we were leaving Seattle and taking the fast Victoria Clipper to Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.
We needed to park our car in the parking garage and cross the street to boarding and - in typical Wes style - we allowed plenty of time! A spot was available on the 4th floor. Into the elevator on the way down and shimmy shimmy shake shake lunge bounce stop. What just happened here? Just the two of us in the elevator and dead silence. Wes pushed all the floor buttons. Nothing. He tried to pry the doors open. Nothing. He pressed the call bell. Yes...it rang. But no one out there answered. We were stuck somewhere between 4 and Ground! Here we are stuck in the elevator. At least the overhead lights didn't go off even though the push button panel lights did.
Wes was NOT amused. I found out that in this situation, he had less humor than I did. He looked at his watch a LOT! Poor guy!
The speaker phone in the elevator that finally alerted someone we were stuck...it was NOT a great system!
My pink suitcase was once again useful as I could perch on her in the elevator while awaiting help!
Finally, after what seems liked hours (but was under an hour) we heard a muffled voice outside confirming that we were in there and that he was going to help us get out. Then, the crank down started - four floors going down step by step. Now I know what it feels like to be a car at the mechanic's shop being slowly taken down from the repair platform!
Once the door opened on the lowest floor to let us out, I asked the fix-it guy (my hero!!) how often this happened at this particular parking garage and he replied, "Never!" Apparently all three fuses had blown. We scurried away to our boarding ship just in time. Thus ends the Drama and Trauma portion of our trip!