An Elevating Post

This is how my day started:

We're taking the elevator down to the garage, running a little late as usual. Brad, still groggy, gazes at the ceiling. "I never noticed they don't have an escape hatch in here."

I glance up at the solid panelling, note the lack of seams. "Huh. Interesting."

A second later, the elevator stops. Between floors. We exchange looks of quiet panic. "You jinxed us," I say.

The elevator did finally drift all the way down to the lobby after five minutes and let us out. We walked the remaining two flights down to the garage.

The day never improved from there.