Just a few minutes ago I was going out to return a movie and decided to take the elevator. That's a risky proposition in this building, as it's usually broken or behaving badly. Today was no exception.
Just as it got to the basement/garage level, instead of stopping, it dropped...hard. I was jolted and confused for a moment until the doors opened to reveal cinder blocks. My confusion immediately turned to panic and I felt my pocket for my cell phone. I pressed the basement button to see what would happen. The elevator corrected itself and opened normally. I jumped out of it like a nervous frog and immediately called maintenance.
Overall, I'm fine, but my knees feel a little stressed (they were locked at the time of impact). Maybe this is a sign that I should start taking the stairs more often...and have a beer to relax.