Elevator

Working inside a three story building one weekend, my son wanted to go with me. I told him ok. He was still a little young then but always a good helper. We were working on the third floor of a building with ThyssenKrupp Elevators. It took most of the day to finish the job, I was doing. My son Gordon was helping me take all my working tools back to the truck. After putting all our tools in the ThyssenKrupp Elevator and we went down to the first floor. After loading the truck we had to lockup the building. On the way back in Gordon said “dad I think we left a drop cloth upstairs” “oh yeah” I replied, so back in the ThyssenKrupp Elevator and off we go to the third floor. After Press them all!getting the drop cloth and taking it back down to the first floor. I told Gordon don’t push any buttons on the elevator (Oops to late!). I was outside the elevator when the doors closed. The elevator started up I reached for the button outside pushed it but the elevator doors didn’t open. They were no lights on up stairs. By this time Gordon was screaming his head off let me tell you that boy had a big mouth. He was scared, I ran up the stairs to the second floor, Gordon still screaming. He wasn’t on the second floor. I ran up the stairs to the third floor. He was not there. Knowing Gordon he is still pushing buttons. By the time I got back to the second floor I could here the elevator still moving, and Buddy still yelling and crying. Standing there wondering what to do, the door open and I said “thank God”. He ran out of the elevator; you should have seen the look on that boys face. It took a few minutes to calm him down, but he was ok.

I was the one that was huffing and puffing, after running up three flights of stairs.

The old man says.

I know your kids would not do any thing like that. Right, right.

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