andy_boy
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So I climbed out of that hellhole about 30 minutes ago.
At about 10:00 PM I finished an online chemistry assignment, and got perfect so I was pumped. Went down the hall, where we were having a "gathering" in out dorm's lounge, when our RA started bulldogging on us for being too loud... so we decided to leave the building and head over to a frat party which was going on a little down the road on campus.
Everyone's ready to go, eight of us pile into the elevator which has a maximum capacity of 907kg. So we're good. I had just started drinking and everyone else was already well into it, they all starting chanting out house theme song once inside the elevator, someone started bouncing up and down and everyone followed suit. A few seconds later the elevator shudders and stops...
After some shouting and jokes, we ring the alarm and pry open the doors on our side to find the elevator half way in between floors 2 and 3, and the outer doors are shut tight. The RAs are feeding us all this stuff about staying calm.. the fire department is on it's way...
It's all fun and games up until this point. Then one kid who's pretty drunk (and says he gets claustrophobic easily) probably has some sort of event due to the yelling and warmth of the elevator and chunders like 4 times all over the floor of the elevator, his shit splashes everywhere. His whole day's meal is all over his shorts and feet, the sight of it almost makes me hurl as well. Then the smell kicked in.. and with next to zero airflow everyone's gagging.
Fire department arrives, says a bunch of stuff but can't figure it out... the smell's gone down somewhat but everyone keeps yelling (especially this one bitch who was tanked) and because of that we can barely hear what they're trying to instruct us to do from the outside. After a shit-ton of effort a coathanger-spring disconnect method that the firemen worked out didn't do anything to open to doors. Then I joke about how things probably couldn't get worse.
Another guy from my floor, who was by far the most intoxicated of us all has been leaning against the wall this whole time, speechless, head down, eyes closed. He starts making noises and I'm like "fuuuuuuuckkkkkk" and he chunders as well. Almost as much as the first guy, bur from a greater height so the splash factor is unreal. And his vomit SMELLS. He had so much tequila and this one reaked, at least twice as bad as the first. Once again no ventilation. We had to put sweaters over our faces just to prevent ourselves from gagging. Still this chick is yelling about how she needs to pee and we're trying to get everyone quiet.. The one word story game works for about a minute... then this chick who is preventing us from contacting the firemen in the first place starts having a panic attack, yelling and crying... jesus christ.
An hour and 51 minutes after we first got stuck, the elevator service man arrives and opens the door and one by one we hoist each other up off the chunder-drenched floor of the elevator and onto the third floor. I was freaked the fuck out when I was climbing through that narrow opening between elevator and floor-- just in case the elevator dropped-- if anyone's seen Resident Evil (the first one) they'll know what I'm talking about.
Shit, I don't think fresh air has ever smelled as good as it did when those elevator doors opened. Overall a pretty funny memory with the guys on my floor, but I could have done without the fumes and the bitching!
And that's the story of my first Friday in my dorm.
At about 10:00 PM I finished an online chemistry assignment, and got perfect so I was pumped. Went down the hall, where we were having a "gathering" in out dorm's lounge, when our RA started bulldogging on us for being too loud... so we decided to leave the building and head over to a frat party which was going on a little down the road on campus.
Everyone's ready to go, eight of us pile into the elevator which has a maximum capacity of 907kg. So we're good. I had just started drinking and everyone else was already well into it, they all starting chanting out house theme song once inside the elevator, someone started bouncing up and down and everyone followed suit. A few seconds later the elevator shudders and stops...
After some shouting and jokes, we ring the alarm and pry open the doors on our side to find the elevator half way in between floors 2 and 3, and the outer doors are shut tight. The RAs are feeding us all this stuff about staying calm.. the fire department is on it's way...
It's all fun and games up until this point. Then one kid who's pretty drunk (and says he gets claustrophobic easily) probably has some sort of event due to the yelling and warmth of the elevator and chunders like 4 times all over the floor of the elevator, his shit splashes everywhere. His whole day's meal is all over his shorts and feet, the sight of it almost makes me hurl as well. Then the smell kicked in.. and with next to zero airflow everyone's gagging.
Fire department arrives, says a bunch of stuff but can't figure it out... the smell's gone down somewhat but everyone keeps yelling (especially this one bitch who was tanked) and because of that we can barely hear what they're trying to instruct us to do from the outside. After a shit-ton of effort a coathanger-spring disconnect method that the firemen worked out didn't do anything to open to doors. Then I joke about how things probably couldn't get worse.
Another guy from my floor, who was by far the most intoxicated of us all has been leaning against the wall this whole time, speechless, head down, eyes closed. He starts making noises and I'm like "fuuuuuuuckkkkkk" and he chunders as well. Almost as much as the first guy, bur from a greater height so the splash factor is unreal. And his vomit SMELLS. He had so much tequila and this one reaked, at least twice as bad as the first. Once again no ventilation. We had to put sweaters over our faces just to prevent ourselves from gagging. Still this chick is yelling about how she needs to pee and we're trying to get everyone quiet.. The one word story game works for about a minute... then this chick who is preventing us from contacting the firemen in the first place starts having a panic attack, yelling and crying... jesus christ.
An hour and 51 minutes after we first got stuck, the elevator service man arrives and opens the door and one by one we hoist each other up off the chunder-drenched floor of the elevator and onto the third floor. I was freaked the fuck out when I was climbing through that narrow opening between elevator and floor-- just in case the elevator dropped-- if anyone's seen Resident Evil (the first one) they'll know what I'm talking about.
Shit, I don't think fresh air has ever smelled as good as it did when those elevator doors opened. Overall a pretty funny memory with the guys on my floor, but I could have done without the fumes and the bitching!
And that's the story of my first Friday in my dorm.
