Woke up this morning, made my espresso, and went to the elevator to go downstairs to pick up the newspapers, left in front of our condo building. Someone was crying in the elevator. I ran back in, and we called the elevator company, and then the fire department. Long story short, I brought the Chicago Fire Dept folks up the stair well, and they eventually pried out a hysterical Janina. She had been trapped for about an hour, and since it is Easter weekend, not many people are in our building.
Public thanks to the Chicago Fire Department folks!
Went back down the stairwell to get the paper (elevator car still stuck between floors), and the technician for the elevator company we have a service contract with was sitting in his van, smoking a cigarette, reading the paper. Thanks for nothing. We had just called them a week or two ago because the elevator was acting strangely, I guess it would have been too difficult to actually fix the damn thing.
