Trapped in an elevator

I am going to try and stick to the actual story here. It was an awful day all around and this incident may have been flavoured with my bad mood.
First! I am horrible in social situations. Anyone who knows me well, knows I am not good with new people, stupid people or people who smell.
Second! I am an impatient bugger. When it comes to travelling I like to be where I am or where I am going. I do not like the in between.

Since my car had broken, Nana was nice enough to travel down here to pick us up and drive us back to K-town for the weekend. After I had picked up my wee lad off the bus, she met us downstairs and we got on the elevator.
Which proceeded to get stuck between floors.
Old lady:
Freaked out and stated hitting the buttons as many times as she could. I asked her not to do that as there was no point. She hit the alarm button which was working intermittently. I retrieved my cell phone to call the super and had to ask her to please stop whacking the alarm button while i was on the phone TRYING TO GET US HELP. After she glared at me and after I got off the phone, she returned to whacking it as often and as hard as she could. The super yelled at her to stop, that she knew we were stuck and to calmly wait.
She complained about her laundry, which she was sure someone was going to steal. After we had been stuck for about 15 minutes, she reached into her purse and got a pen. Trying to jam it into the door and pry it open, just proved that she obviously had taken no physics classes and had no idea about why there was a security latch on the door to begin with. I explain to her that prying the door open is a really bad idea.
Smelly lady:
Sat down after about 10 minutes. It was a good idea so the wee lad and i joined her. All of a sudden I hear a phlegm-y cough and look over to see her spit in her hand. (I may add that she is an obvious immigrant). She squints her eyes and peers at her hand very intensely. The offers these pearls of wisdom:
Ve vill be rescued in.......20 minutes by a, no two dark haired men.*
Wipes her spitty hand on her pants and look very impressed with herself.
She must have noticed the look of horror on both my and the wee lad's faces. She exlains that : Vhere I come from , this is magic

Did I just see that? Did this lady just hock a loogie in her and then read our future????
What country is this that she comes from???
I do not ever ever want to go there for a visit. It must be the grossest place in the whole world.

Mother-out-law:
Surprisingly, the least of the evils. I would have thought she would have been the one to almost make me want to electrocute myself. She was remarkably calm and awesome. Just goes to show that when trapped in an elevator, sometimes people dont suck.

So after sitting in the elevator for longer than should be humanly possible, we are finally rescued. Spending that amount of time in the company of a twit and a freak, my wee lad and my mother-out-law was enough to make me completely bi-polar.

This was the single most screwed up thing that I could possibly imagine happening. If i am ever trapped in one again, I shall look back on these memories with fondness and revulsion. Because how else do I want to remember the ethnic part of my adventure?


*My very white superintendent let us out.