The following was written over the course of two hours of being trapped in a parking garage:
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It's been an hour now since we got stuck in the parking garage. Five
cars have managed to escape. I wish them god speed. The rest of us are
still stuck. We have no rations and this is beginning to trouble me.
Not as much as the thought of no restroom. Every few minutes, I hear
an agonizing 'woohoo!' Dear god, what are they doing to these people?
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The other people have decided to revolt. They have been laying on
their car horns in what I can only surmise to be a desperate attempt
to get someone's attention and let us out. It has absolutely no
effect.
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Several more cars have gotten out. From my view on the second level,
it doesn't look promising. Especially since there are several
jackasses standing outside their car instead of inside with the engine
running.
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I'm starting to get anxious. These people would suck in a zombie
apocalypse. Again, another revolt. Good luck on this attempt.
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Seriously? WHY ISN'T ANY ONE MOVING? WHAT KIND OF HALF ASSED OPERATION
IS THIS? LET ME OUT DAMMIT
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Two hours till we were allowed to exit the garage. By this time, the streets were virtually empty leaving no damn reason why everyone was trapped inside for that long.
Thank god for ipods and bberries.