So, My roommate and I were on our way back to our apartment from breakfast.
Hopped into our elevator, we live on the 5th floor of a 5 floor building.
Hit 5, start going up, about midway(3rd floor or so) shit starts shaking, its an old elevator so we both kinda just looked at each other and didn't think much.
Then Bang, smash, crash, lights blow out..
Holy fuck,
The elevator straight kept going up, and smashed into the top of the elevator shaft, uh 5th an 3/4 floor?
As my Roommate put it, the elevator soared past its last stop and was attempting to give us the express flight to the land of God.
My roommate called 911 after no one came to our excessive emergency button pushing.
The Fire department came and they were able to get us out after taking the door to the Fifth floor off and we slid out the bottom that was barely a foot of clearance.
After being out, the firemen informed us that the counter weights snapped off and the elevator was basically jamed into the shaft and he said we were lucky not to be going down, because, yeah. Crash, boom, death.
Oh and they even helped me get my bike out, had to take it apart to fit it through, heh.
Holy Anxiety oner.
So, 12oz I ask you this, does a brotha have a case or what?
Were going to call a lawyer tomorrow, shits insane.