Another Stereotypical Intern Story

Frieda (the other girl intern in our unit) and I got stuck in the elevator yesterday. We rode from the 9th floor to the 6th floor of the courthouse and when we arrived at the 6th floor, the doors opened up about four inches. Since the elevators in the courthouse suck all the time, we tried the usual methods of getting the doors to open. Those seemingly tried and true methods failed us entirely. But thank God for jury duty because four prospective jurors grabbed hold of the elevator doors and pried them apart a few inches so Frieda and I could get out to safety.

When we told him, the Chief Prosecutor in our unit simply shook his head and said through laughter, "Jesus Christ, my interns are brilliant as shit. Good thing we don't pay y'all."