This is going to sound like the start of some pretty good fan fiction, but it’s not going to end that way, I’m sorry to say. So this woman was stuck in an elevator with Jason Momoa for two hours and…
Actually, it looks like it was two women, three guys, Jason and his pup on the elevator. The group, who are all friends, were staying at L’Hermitage in Vancouver when the elevator froze. Jason eventually got on his Instagram Stories, asking his fans for help when no one showed up to help them. (You can see parts of that here on this video by Access Hollywood.) According to his story, his own stunt team showed up before the fire department. They even attempted to escape through the roof but were thwarted by a second ceiling they could not remove (movies are lies)! To pass the time, the gang debated who should be eaten first.
Jason Momoa found himself in a crowded elevator for two hours with his dog, Rama, and friends, including Mada Abdelhamid, who trained him for Game of Thrones and threw him a surprise birthday party in July.
The actor, 40, didn’t seem to mind too much as he recorded himself and his friends on his Instagram Stories on Tuesday.
“Well, what’s going on, big nasty?” Momoa said to Abdelhamid, who explained they were hungry and unable to get out. “We’re stuck on an elevator. Fire department really doesn’t want to show up. Get us out!”
Luckily, the Aquaman star had M&Ms that he shared with his friends as they complained of having hunger pangs.
After a time, Momoa’s stunt team arrived outside the elevator to check on Momoa and his friends.
“We’re just trying to get out. Trying to be Die Hard but it didn’t work out,” he explained.
Wait, they had Peanut M&Ms, beer and a block of time with nothing to do? If there was a book involved, we’d be right back into my fan fiction. In truth, this kind of thing is right up there on my nightmare list. Anything that involves the word ‘trapped’ triggers my claustrophobia, even if Jason Momoa’s name is attached to it. And for two hours? How did it take two hours for hotel guests to be unstuck in a four-star hotel? But honestly, the thing that gets me the most here is Rama, Jason’s dog. In the IG Jason posted, Rama looks fine but I’m projecting all kinds of fear onto that poor pup. I guess if his hooman was with him, he was able to stay relaxed.
We actually don’t know how the group got out or who was responsible for getting them out. I imagine they didn’t really care how it happened after two hours, just that it was happening. But we do know they got out, because Jason posted a video (1:25 mark) having a pillow fight with Rama on the bed. And I want to make salacious comments about pillow fights on beds with Jason Momoa, but honestly, Rama is so cute in the clip, I can’t focus on anything else. I’ll bet they both ordered steak through room service for dinner… and probably took the stairs for the rest of their stay.
Photo credit: WENN Photos
I was stuck in a elevator that dropped a few floors. The mail carrier started to freak out and all I could do was wish I had a muzzle. It was scary until we were told we were on floor two and not high up.
And hunger pains???? For real????
Lastly, being stuck on an elevator with Aquaman, I could think of worse ways to spend an afternoon. 😍
Wow, Seraphina!! How did you get out?
@Diana, we were stuck about 20 minutes. The maintenance men opened the elevator doors manually and we had about a third of the entrance available to jump out of. Being stuck didn’t scare me, it was hearing the elevator and feeling the elevator drop that really scared me. And then having to listen to the mail carrier start losing it. 🤦🏻♀️
I would freak out big time.
I wouldn’t mind getting stuck in an elevator with Jason or Keanu 😂
I was once stuck for 5 hours and the only reason I didn’t freak out was because I was dreaming Jack Travis (Keanu in Speed) would come and save me😏
My elevator experience involved an elevator that wouldn’t stop at my floor, or at all. Up to the 17th floor, back down to the bottom, back up to the 17th floor and again to bottom. That went on for about 10 minutes until security got me out. Thankfully, I work in a hospital so they don’t mess around where patients could be involved.
Somehow, that sounds worse than plain ol’ stuck on a single floor.
This happened to me once, years ago. It was my first job in a barristers’ chambers – a vintage and very distinguished building. I’d only been there a couple of months and was sent to deliver an urgent document to another building a few doors away. It was one of those old-fashioned manual lifts with the folding, metal trellis-like doors, whatever they’re called, and and old gent and I got stuck between floors. It took two hours for someone to rescue us. In the meantime, my boss was going mental about the urgent document I had in my possession. My boss was yelling useless instructions! Then the old gent told him to summon “Mr Young the Younger” from the second floor, who duly arrived, eager to help. I saw why. I never had, and never have, seen anyone so tall and thin. He merely stood on tiptoe while I crouched and fed the carefully rolled packet through the mesh door of the lift. Then everyone legged it, leaving the old gent and me to wait for help. He pulled out a packet of expensive cigarettes and offered me one. I took it. It was a great afternoon. He introduced me to his son, hoping I could help mend his broken heart, but we never had the chemistry.
Great story, sweet old gent. I’m picturing Disney’s cartoon Ichabod Crane in the role of Mr Young The Younger.
My old work building had two elevators which broke weekly, trapping people inside. In 10 years there, I took the elevator maybe 10 times. Never got stuck, never wanted to. Luckily it was only a five story building with good stairs.
I was picturing Doug Jones of the zillion foot long arms, I swear the man’s reach is unreal.
Oh, my goodness. Great story.
I love him!
Everyone’s sharing their elevator stories, so
I’ll share mine. In college, I spent some time in Russia. A lot of the housing in the towns were the huge, concrete block buildings, which were like 10-15 stories. Us lazy Americans didn’t take the cue from the Russians to take the stairs, so we’d pile into the elevators as a group. One time the elevator went astonishingly fast to our floor, jolted us nearly off our feet, and the doors opened to reveal we were like a foot or two lower than the floor of that level. To get out we’d have to take a huge step up. We all looked at each other, wondering if we could trust the mechanics for fear the elevator would suddenly rev up and chop us in half or something. We all opted to go back down to the ground floor and walk the stairs like the locals. I’ve sworn off Russian elevators ever since.
I have a terrible elevator story too.
It was my final semester’s last paper day. If I got through this test, I was done with college and would get my degree right on schedule. But failing/missing it meant, one back-paper and I would have to wait another 6 months to give the exam again.
I get on the elevator of my apartment in the 9th floor to leave for my college and then I get stuck. I call the emergency service as slowly panic builds as I’m getting really late for my exam. I start overthinking- was ready to leave my college town so had already given up my lease to the apartment which I had to vacate within 2-3 days, cut very expensive flight tickets for going back home, and then another ticket to a different city where I had to begin my internship. But all my plans would be useless because i failed my exams then I would have to retake the class and stay for another 6 months. By now I was full on crying.
After 45 mins, they managed to open the door, was really late for my exams but they let me in seeing my tear stained eyes and crazy eyes. Just barely managed to pass the test. But that’s okay.
It’s also the story of how that was my lowest grade in all 8 semesters of college.
@joybells oh man, how a terribly stressful that must have been! I’m not sure I could have kept it together to take an exam. I’m happy the instructors let you in late, understanding the circumstances. Gah! Now I’m going to have nightmares where I’m late because of the elevator (I regularly have nightmares about being late, but never as a result of an elevator malfunction)!
This happened to me when I was 6, coming home from school. Except I was stuck in between the 11th and 12th floor for TWELVE HOURS alone.
Horrifying!
Actually did exposure therapy to get rid of the anxiety.