the elevator incident...

Everyone recognizes the sound of technical/electrical failure... it begins with a low tone which continues to decline until the frequency is subdued such that one can no longer hear it. But one can feel it. This plummeting sound ends with a ratcheting that one can only fathom to be the last hope of any remaining electrical impulses attempting to keep up their function, but failing miserably as whatever system that has now deteriorated with its final sudden jolt leaves a silence that gives unreliability its definition. (quite the run on sentence, sorry for that).
As for me, I had the "pleasure" of experiencing those sounds and feelings this afternoon. I rode back from uni, relieved to be "home" and went up the elevator to level 5 like always with my bicycle. G... 1... 2... 3... 4... ... (this is where the above paragraph fits in). Everything goes dark and you think... "oh GREAT" (I actually though something else, but won't release it over my blog).
I tried pushing a few buttons and nothing. So I pinched my fingers between the two metallic doors and felt like Arnold Schwarzenegger as I slowly used all my strength to separate the doors enough just to see that I was only about 2 feet away from my final destination. I attempted to utilize my "Strong man" maneuver again with the next set of doors which would release me directly to the 5th floor (along with a bit of a step from the elevator out into the hallway) and was unsuccessful...
To top this experience off, the emergency call button wasn't working. Does this even happen??! It made the most ungodly high pitched noise that a human, or any living thing with ears, should never have to hear as long as they live. It almost reminded me of Jim Carrey's "wanna hear the most annoying sound in the world" speech from Dumb and Dumber... below the button read, "Press and hold button for 5 seconds to call an operator." It's not like I could plug my poor ears while I pushed this ear deathtrap for 5 seconds (PS I had to hold it for longer and push it about 5 times before I received anything from the outside world...) I figured I could hold my ears and press the button with my toe or elbow or something, but I just sucked it up and went for it.
The final cherry of many for this story was the little bee who liked me (or disliked me) a little too much. I felt a sharp stabbing/pinching/owww-ing pain on my left hip and low and behold was mini bee that had been trapped in my shorts (I probably hit it while on my bike ride home and he held on for dear life prior to retreating into my nice sheltering warm shorts...)
Anyways, he got me twice, but this little life was no more after (picture this): a broken elevator. in a virtually dark enclosed environment. with nothing but the buzzing getting stronger and weaker as a bee circled my body for another attack. me. with my bike. swinging my sandle into the abyss. jumping up and over with only the sound and slight light to guide my judgement. trying to take out a killer bee. (sigh)... I got the fucker (excuse my french but that was the only appropriate word for this beast of a bee).
Post bee killing, I gave a sigh of relief and slumped my stinging sides to the itchy carpeted floor of the elevator. I laid my head against my backpack and enjoyed the silence that is usually "unheard of" in a city like environment, until the electrical sounds and light that keeps our society in it's comfort zone returned me the extra 2 feet to my 5th floor apartment.