It was sometime during the 1980s, long before I started carrying a flashlight; I was going about my work delivering flowers. Although a cliché, it was definitely a dark and stormy afternoon, probably sometime around 4 pm during late Fall. Tacoma was experiencing a very powerful wind and rainstorm. My van was full of deliveries, which meant I still had a couple of hours of work to go, when I pulled up to this building.
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I was very busy and therefore in a rush. Looking at the resident's directory outside the main doors, I was bummed (yes, bummed. Remember, this was the 80s) to discover the recipient lived on the 16th floor. CRAP! Into the elevator and up I went. Arriving at the 16th floor, the doors opened, and the lights went out. All the lights. The elevator was situated in the middle of the building, so there was a circular hallway sans any windows, only steel doors that allowed a slight sliver of light from the bottom........
Not being able to see anything, much less find the correct door and leave the flowers, I started knocking on door after door, hoping to find someone at home. Anyone, actually. I just needed someone to open their door so I could see. After a few attempts, a woman's voice answered -
16th-floor resident - "Hello. Who's there?"
Me - "Hi, I'm delivering flowers to Mrs Davis. I can't see anything. Will you open your door?”
16th-floor resident - "No. She's around the other side of the hall.”
Me - "Thank you."
After knocking on a few more doors, I found an elderly woman willing to open her door. She informed me Mrs. Davis was not home but she would accept the delivery for her neighbor. I thanked her, asked where the stairway was located, and requested she leave her door open until I located the stairs.
As the door to the stairwell closed behind me, it occurred to me that this was the first time in my life I could remember being in total darkness. I actually waved my left hand in front of my face. Yes, I know, another cliché. I could not see my hand, or an outline, or a shadow. 32 flights of stairs in total darkness. My right hand never releasing its grip from the handrail, fearing that someone had left something on the stairs. I also remember thinking - If I fall and break something, or am unconscious, how long will it be before someone finds me?