the elevator phone

this morning while I was all alone in an elevator…the phone rang. The elevator phone. However, this is a freight elevator and the walls are covered in thick padded stuffs…the only hole cut in this is for the elevator buttons. So I cannot *find* the phone. So I’m in an enclosed, padded room that’s ringing at me. At this point you just wonder who’s fucking with your psychology. And hope the phone call isn’t to tell you the elevator is broken.