elevator-phobia

Saturday was interesting. I represented a company that isn't the company I work for in mixed touch at the Corporate Games. I hadn't played touch footy for about a year. Managed to injure my leg again in the second of three matches - I got a little overexcited when I took an intercept and went for a flamboyant swan dive to touch down... We lost the first match but won the other two to come second in our pool - not bad considering we had only just met each other. I still don't know most of their names. Oh, and it bucketed down on us basically when our last match finished - it was like we were in a bloody cyclone.

Anyway, I went to Malex's afterwards to shower and get changed, and then the two of us made our way to Suncorp Stadium to watch the Reds' final match for the season. We parked in Auchenflower and walked to the stadium from there. Along the way we had to cross the train tracks at Milton train station, which involved climbing up to the platform, then climbing up to the concourse and crossing the tracks up there. After climbing the steps up to the platform I decided my leg wasn't in a step-climbing mood so we decided to catch the lift up to the concourse. We got in, pressed the button to go up and waited. And waited.

The light to the button we pressed had gone off. So we tried it again and again, and it wasn't coming back on. We tried other level buttons, and they weren't working either. Neither was the door open button. We were stuck in a lift. The emergency telephone button worked though, and we were told that someone was on their way to let us out.

I think that if I was in the lift alone and it didn't have glass doors I would've panicked. But I didn't. We both saw the humour in it. Paul, who was already at the game and alone since it was the three of us going (front row, too...) kept us up to date over the phone. A few QR workers and a policeman tried helping us out, but to no avail. Amusingly the cop tried to pry the doors open with his bare hands.

Anyway after about 40 minutes the elevator man came along and, with a few minutes of tinkering, saved the day. We said our thanks, relieved to be outside that damn lift, walked the stairs and made our way to the game. We heard that they had discounted merchandise, we both bought Reds jerseys (Paul got one too after hearing how much they were... best jerseys ever by the way, good old cotton jerseys so soft to the touch) and by the time we were done with that it was half time. So we missed half the match. Oh well. The Reds ended up losing the match, but at least we got to farewell the departing and retiring Reds players afterwards.