Non-fun elevator story

In high school I had a buddy whose dad was a bigwig at Bi-Lo. Was going up to their stadium suite and someone yelled to hold the door on the elevator. Dale Davis and Elden Campbell both got on and I recall the elevator dropping about a foot when they did.

In Charlotte had a buddy get me into Hendrick’s VIP suite at the All-Star race. Again, heard hold the elevator and Michael Jordan and two huge security guys got on the elevator. I looked at Jordan and went to say something and one guard just looked and me and shook his head “no”.

In Minneapolis, was taking the elevator down to breakfast and I stepped on to find Diamond Dallas Page and Bam Bam Bieglow already on it, looking like hammered shiddd and smelling like a brewery. They hopped off the elevator, walked out front, and got in their rental Escort.

In Baltimore for lax, we were staying at the Vikings team hotel and got on the elevator with some players. Daughter had on Clemson gear and Mackenzie Alexander turned out to be one of the players and started a conversation. Nice guy. This was before he got arrested for beating thehell out of someone.

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At the end of the sheetrock finishing job at the downtown Hyatt back in the...

Apr 9, 2024, 8:56 PM

early 1980s I bargained with the new manager to do a repair job in his suite on the 7th floor, main st end of the building.

It took three trips up the elevator and of course I rode the atrium elevator up and down all day being that I was down to doing repairs to damaged work exclusively for me and the building. My bargained reward was dinner for two in the main dining room. Employees, knowing that the tab was paid by the manager thought I was a Fluor Daniel engineer. After the meal a the female assistant manager, who I might have had carnal knowledge of, escorted my wife and I to 'show us around the building,' The tour was not scheduled so she knew what she was doing.

We got on the atrium elevator (all glass if you don't know) and it stopped on the 4th floor. The beautiful assistant manager who led the tour guide had stopped it to 'check something out.'

I wondered why she hadn't taken us to the top (7th) floor to show the beauty of the atrium until I saw a room on 3, the first room on the main st wing which had only the sheer curtains closed. The heavy curtains were wide open.

I noticed a woman kneeling at the bed which sat near the widow facing us with her head bobbing up and down. I'm sure neither of us even smiled and to this day I was terrified that my dear wife knew more than she said. The woman in the room answered the phone and then rushed to pull the drapes.

We never spoke of it and I don't recall ever telling this story, ever until now.