Parties are just about having fun and meeting new, exciting people. Keeping this in mind, I was getting ready to leave for the party at my colleague’s place. The day was Friday, so there was no pressure to work early in the morning the next day. I was definitely ready to enjoy myself thoroughly. As I was fixing my hair, I got a call from Tyler, my colleague at whose house the party would happen. I picked up the call and said, “Tyler, don’t worry, I will be there on time.” To this, he responded, “You better be, Greg. Otherwise, you are not getting entry into my house.” As soon as he said this, the call got disconnected. I looked at my phone and realized that the battery was about to die.

I decided to charge it at Tyler’s house. I grabbed the keys to my bike and quickly left the house. I stood in the lobby area of the floor on which my apartment was, waiting for the lift to arrive. The building I lived in had ten floors, and I used to live on the sixth floor, which is why I felt lazy taking the stairs every time. Finally, the lift reached the seventh floor and stopped. I stood there for around two full minutes, but the lift didn’t move at all. Now I was getting impatient, so I decided to take the stairs. Just then, the lift arrived. As soon as I stepped into the lift, the lights went out. “You have to be kidding me,” I said out loud. I was getting frustrated at this point. I immediately stepped out of the open lift and went towards the staircase. I opened the door that led to the flight of stairs on the sixth floor. I started going down as fast as I could. Finally, I reached the ground floor and pushed the heavy door separating the stairs from the rest of the building.