What goes up must come down!

But not always. When we decided to take one of the elevators to see Sarah and her children on the 18th Floor. I was a little worried. One of the two elevators was out of order as usual but when ours came down to ground zero it actually showed that we were at level 4. No worry right? Going up was cool, no problems. BUT when it was time to go home we rang for the elevator and waited what seemed like forever. It was finally decided that the other one was out of order also. Great, head down. By the time we got almost half way down it was discovered that the door was stuck on floor 10. Pull, Yank, Stomp, and Jump up and down a few times and we were going again, only to have it stop periodically between several floors. I remembered the first time coming to this building that the fire brigade had to rescue some people in the same predicament. The Elders were worried because it was almost curfew for them and they needed to get home. More pushing buttons, jumping and stomping and we were moving again. Finally getting to the ground level. I wish they would move.