There seems to be a fine, fine line between terror and humor. On Thursday morning that line was obliterated. Not too funny for daughter, Summer and grandkid, Edie but to weird grandpa, Ron it was a laugh out loud moment. (LOL for the hipper bunch) During a busy, errand filled morning in downtown Minneapolis, with one kid going that way and the other going this way, Edie managed to get loose from mommy's grip and slip into a waiting elevator. In an effort to stop the closing doors, mom thrust her hand into the narrowing opening. Close but no cigar. She was successful in stopping one set of doors but not both. In so doing she triggered a mechanism that shut down the elevator then and there with her and Eddie on this side and little Edie alone on that side for a full forty minutes. Traumatic no doubt for all involved. hopefully this experience doesn't lead to severe post elevation syndrome or to the even more dreadful otisphobia. But, I'm sure that the stout hearted little traveler will rebound in time to take advantage of future big city adventures like "White Sale on seventh floor" or "Fifty percent women's shoes on fifth floor". If not, what are escalators for? Now, I wasn't there but this is how I visualize mom's eye view of poor Edie1
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