At last I'd got the papers that the university had been asking for, I finished my registration and I was admitted to the College of Medicine.
I spent the next few days looking for an apartment, and attending classes; which takes a lot out of a guy. So, on a weekend I'd get up early and go apartment hunting. On this specific weekend, I left the apartment at approximately 10 am, I was on the 5th floor, tapped the elevator button and waited. When it arrived I got on and pushed G, the elevator stopped on the 4th, and this really beautiful well dressed girl was waiting. She came on, about five seconds later we had a blackout, the girl totally freaked out and started screaming, she even jumped on and clung to me. Here, I started to freak out didn't know what to do really. I panicked for a very short while, and then I regained my cool, pulled her arms off of me, told her to hold on to her corner while I hold on to mine, said its only gonna be a few minutes till the doorman or janitor or whatever you want to call him shows up and opens the doors for us to leave ( we were stuck where the bottom half of a door was still showing, whether it was the same floor or the one after I can't really remember). Unfortunately, for both of us, the doorman didn't show up for another 45 mins. We both sat very quietly waiting for, well frankly, anything to happen, every few minutes or so she'd pop up with a question trying to start small talk, I don't remember how I replied to her, but she'd usually shut up eventually. When the doorman arrived he opened the door for us, I offered for her to leave first but she was too afraid that the electricity would come back while she was climbing through the door, and that it would come down on her, so I went out first, she came out after a while, took a bit of convincing from me and the doorman ( his name was Hasan ), once she was out she thanked me and I left.
