Mrs. Puddlewick pressed the button again, muttering, “I am patient. I am calm. I am… extremely patient.” The elevator had been stuck for 17 minutes. Her reflection in the metal doors blinked back, unimpressed. She tried a new affirmation: “I am a master of my fate!” The doors remained sealed. Then she screamed, “I AM A GOD!” The elevator shuddered, and the lights flickered. A voice crackled, “We’re… uh… working on it.” Mrs. Puddlewick smiled. “See? I told you I was a god.”
