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By: Dawn Smack

Dawn Smack — Tue, 07 Oct 2014 21:10:06 +0000

I am passing along a story told at my husband’s funeral by my brother-in-law Terry. Johnie and Terry were at a hospital in Florida visiting their sister after she had a operation to remove a brain aneurysm. They had been at the cafeteria, Johnie had had a big glass of chocolate milk and Terry had a big bowl of cantaloupe. Both had histories of these foods causing them to have major gas. They would ride up the elevator (or down depending on where they ended up), and pass gas. Then they would get out and just stand out of the way watching and listening to people getting on and off.. They could hear the comments and complaints of people coming from floors away. Not funny for the people who had to get on the elevator after they vacated, but Terry and Johnie were cracking up. It was also one of the most hilarious stories shared at Johnie’s funeral, with people laughing until they were crying, which was what I hoped for when I asked those in attendance to share funny stories about Johnie. Nancy (their sister) both wanted to disown knowing them but at the same time she was practically pulling her stitches out with laughter. Not sure if this qualifies as “fun in an elevator”, but it sure still makes me smile!!

By: Vince Straub

Vince Straub — Sun, 05 Oct 2014 17:00:09 +0000

When I was in an elevator with my 7th & 8th grade basketball team once, I was the last to get in so my back was against the door. As the elevator started to descend, I pretended that the back of my coat had gotten caught in the elevator and was pulling me down with it. The looks on the team members faces were priceless…as were the memories.

By: Jason

Jason — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 18:17:59 +0000

In reply to cynthia. You're not the only one, Cynthia. I CAN tell you that when I crafted the post and made the art many weeks ago, Ray Rice and his idiotic actions was definitely NOT on my mind. The timing of this post was not so hot, but hopefully it can help shift the focus to thinking about elevators in a much better (and more fun) light.

By: cynthia

cynthia — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 16:16:50 +0000

uhh, sorry…when i first saw the cartoon w one black eye my brain went automatically to the Ray Rice incedent. no so funny!!! what were you thinking?

By: Jason

Jason — Tue, 23 Sep 2014 14:11:19 +0000

In reply to Pat. Rock on, Pat! That's a great story and a great idea!

By: Pat

Pat — Mon, 22 Sep 2014 12:04:44 +0000

I routinely take the stairs (the one New Year’s resolution I can KEEP–LOL), but one day a student intern and I were moving a couple of chairs and decided to sit in them while riding in the elevator. When the doors opened, I said to the man waiting, “I’m sorry; there are no more seats available.” and he actually said, “That’s ok; I’ll get the next one.” and the doors closed!! We giggled and went our way but I felt bad later. I should have offered him my seat, because he obviously had a very serious case of ADULTITIS!!

And you guys have given me a great idea for next time I do happen to be in an elevator: the ‘everything for a dollar store’ has stick-on fuzzy mustaches. I’m going to grab a pack, hand them out to fellow riders, then when the doors open, “MUSTACHES ONLY!” Ladies, too. LOL!!

By: Jason

Jason — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 21:03:09 +0000

In reply to Jill Roggenbauer. This is a great one, Jill! A less violent but equally awesome twist on Elevator Fight Club -- perfect for anyone!

By: Jason

Jason — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 21:00:59 +0000

In reply to Missy Brown. Fun!! Sounds like it's time to resurrect the tradition, Missy!

By: Jason

Jason — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 20:58:01 +0000

In reply to Peggy Bedingfield. Nice. You go girl!

By: Jason

Jason — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 20:56:49 +0000

In reply to Kathy Jo. Don't forget Celine Dion! :)

By: Jason

Jason — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 20:50:08 +0000

In reply to Cheryl Chapman. So awesome, Cheryl! I often say that people are aching for silliness; sometimes they just need permission. Kudos to you for being a grea permission granter!

By: Jill Roggenbauer

Jill Roggenbauer — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 20:06:23 +0000

Our family of five always play tag. The game starts as soon as the door closes. The last person tagged before the door opens is it for the next round. We have even included strangers in the game if they looked like they wanted in! We have been playing for years and I have wonderful memories of running crazy away from my kids. Sure to be passed down for other generations.

By: Missy Brown

Missy Brown — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 16:41:03 +0000

When our kids were young and we were on vacation we would break into silly dances between floors, we still do this some today although not as much. I smile every time I get into an elevator because I have those memories.

By: Peggy Bedingfield

Peggy Bedingfield — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 16:12:08 +0000

I sing and dance and act like a diva rock star. I sing LOUD enough that even with the doors closed I can be heard, but the minute they open I am quiet and looking at the doors.

By: Kathy Jo

Kathy Jo — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 14:16:49 +0000

I have been known to break into song with the music playing in an elevator. It is even more amazing when I don’t know all the words so have to fill in the blanks. This was best remembered after a conference in Philadelphia PA when my boyfriend was with me. He corrected the words when I was wrong! It was the best fun we had at the whole conference which was great to begin with!!! You never know who is going to join in. I am planning another conference trip to Las Vegas in October so looking up all the Barry Manilow songs I can remember.

By: Cheryl Chapman

Cheryl Chapman — Sun, 21 Sep 2014 14:15:00 +0000

On a trip to NY at Christmas with my daughters, we got into an overcrowded elevator at the hotel that was going up instead of down. I suggested to the group of strangers that we sing “we wish you a merry Christmas” each time the door opens. The elevator stopped at all floor and we performed our song. Lots of smiles to those we encountered and those on the elevator with us. Best memory of the trip for me.