My mom got on the elevator yesterday in my dad’s LTC facility with a man she knows who had his little dog on a short leash.
Unfortunately, the man, the leash and my mom got on the elevator and the dog did not. The doors closed on the leash and the elevator went up.
Panic ensued with the dog owner. He started freaking out, pressing all the buttons trying to get the doors to open or the elevator to go down instead of up.
My mom is a really good person. In fact, one of the very finest people I know. But she also has a great sense of humour and couldn’t help from finding it in this.
So as her friend panicked, she was doing her best to not laugh. She wasn’t totally successful.
You have to understand that on the other side of this elevator, now 1 floor down, there were 5 bosom-y, plump Jamaican women screaming and hopping about, holding this snack sized pup above their heads to the top of the elevator so as to prevent a lynching. They were also desperately trying to undo his leash to set him free.
Things ended well.
Dog fine. Man ok. Jamaican nurses were made local heroes.
My mom was , however, shamed for laughing like Mary Tyler Moore at Chuckles the Clown’s funeral.