The Elevator

The doors open. I enter the means of transport to my car parked in the garage beneath my mid-rise condominium building.

As I press the "G" (garage) button taking me three floors down, the doors close. There it is again. I hear the threatening, ominous sound...........THUMP, THUMP.

I think, will this be the day the elevator plummets, passing the floors in a speeding spiral?

Repairmen, technicians, engineers have been contacted. They in turn have inspected this particular elevator car #2. All have agreed that they have heard the noise, nevertheless, there is nothing unusual with the mechanism of the elevator. However, no one has an explanation for the occasional.........THUMP, THUMP.

I stand there in the elevator thinking of what I perceive to be an impending doomsday scenario for me. What will be my course of action for self-preservation? I think to myself that I would immediately press the Emergency button, fall to the elevator floor, coil my body into itself, and cover my head with my cell phone in hand. I calculate the maneuver would have to be completed in five seconds in order for me to survive the drop.

The five or eight seconds of an elevator careening to the end of its not-planned destination slamming into the concrete base of the garage floor is my could-be horror story.

Do I still take the #2 elevator in my building? Yes, I do. My arthritic knees demand it rather than use the stairs.

Curiously, none of the other building residents have complained of the bizarre elevator occurrence.

Yet, every now and then, as I enter elevator car #2 upon closing its doors and before going down to the garage, it gives a THUMP, THUMP..........