So I'm riding the elevator from 10 down to 1. A man gets in around 8. As we silently creep down the floors, my eyes unfocus into infinity, and I'm zoning, zoning, zoning...
BAM!
The man behind me had kicked the metal door really hard. Angrily. We started moving again (I hadn't noticed that the elevator was stuck).
I looked at him, and he had a funny little guilty smile on his face. He knew his act had lacked Fonzie's jukebox suave. It was more like when someone is yelling and hitting their computer when they think no one is watching.
He started to explain that you have to hit the door in a certain place when it gets stuck. I could tell he was getting self-conscious about the whole thing. To take the pressure off, I walked over to the door and pointed to where he kicked it and said "So that's the sweet spot."
He laughed.
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