Internet Recreation

I didn’t want to fight while on my Caribbean holiday but Sam would act really pigheaded leave me with no other option. My patience would eventually wear out and we would end up having a heated argument.

That evening, we had reservations in one of the most expensive gourmet restaurants in the Caribbean. In spite of the fact that we had just fought, neither of us wanted to ruin the evening by canceling the reservation. So we got dressed in silence and went towards the elevator. Any other person would think that we were a normal happy couple but from the inside we were both seething. Our Caribbean holiday was close to being ruined.

As the elevator opened, two well-dressed older women stared back at us. One of them held onto the dog in her hands more firmly as if we intended to snatch the ugly little monster from her wrinkled claws. There was a slightly balding middle-aged gentleman standing on the other side. He seemed more pleasant and we ended up exchanging smiles in spite of our foul moods. As the elevator moved towards the lobby, I could feel Sam getting restless and shifting around. I was in no mood for more drama so I chose to ignore him.

Suddenly, the elevator stopped with a thud and the emergency lights switched on. As cool as a cucumber, my husband got on the emergency phone in the elevator to find out what exactly had happened but then announced that the phone wasn’t working. The dog’s whining soon turned into barking, which agitated the women more. The other man tried to calm them down but the dog‘s constant barking overpowered his kind and soothing words.

I was about to roll my eyes at the inconvenience when the elevator started moving down in jerks. We felt like we would soon plummet to the ground. In that instant, all the fights and arguments that Sam and I had ever had seemed irrelevant. There was nothing anyone of us could do but wait for the elevator to steady itself.

Just when I felt the elevator would freefall, the familiar annoying music started and the elevator mockingly went back to normal. The terror on our faces soon turned to relief. When we reached the lobby, the hotel staff was kind enough to understand what we had just been through and rushed to ask us if we needed anything.

Later that evening, as I sat across the dinner table, I couldn’t help but promise Sam that we would never fight again. We both knew that the promise would be broken the moment the menu arrived. But fight or no fight, one thing is for sure, the elevator did help us realize the strength of the love we shared.