Just as I began to imagine what it would feel like being cooked in a small metal box the lift plummeted to the ground floor at some kinda stupid speed and, just as the doors opened, my Mother screamed "Fuck!" at the top of her lungs as the impact had jarred her back. Thus, she scared the living hell out of all of the people 'making their way calmly out of the store'. It was kinda freaky, unfortunate but extremely funny at the same time.
Hmmm, anyways, we got a free drink in the coffee house to help 'calm our nerves'. Yeah, great compensation, huh? Oh, and no, there was no fire. Just some hair tool that had been left on to burn in the salon... by some hair tool.