My Grandpa is the pianist of a senior choir called the Pacemakers. They are the cutest bunch of senior citizens you will ever see. He and his choir came on tour to my town this last September. The group had plans to have lunch at the all you can eat Chinatown Buffet at noon, but they had to be loaded on the tour bus by 11:45 am. There was a big group of them waiting for the elevator on the second floor of their hotel. Most of them were 75+ and knew the stairs weren't a good option.
When the elevator ding-ed open at the second floor, three people walked on. They kept fitting more and more people on the elevator until there were 13 total and the door closed. The elevator got stuck in between floor 1 and floor 2 and the fire department had to be called to help extricate each of them. They all exited in good spirits and were laughing like it was the best part of their day. All of the grandmas's insisted on hugging the firemen several times. The bus only left 20 minutes later than scheduled.
I hope I have this kind of sense of adventure when I'm older. It was so sweet how the whole group told this story to me with so much excitement. I love picturing how many times this story was told to grandchildren and spouses. Written out in scrawly penmanship to a friend in California. The emphasis always on how funny it was and how kind the the firemen were.
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