There are some basic physics when it comes to mass
and space. A certain amount of mass can fill
only the same amount of space and no more.
At one of the many award ceremonies held by the
world of entertainment, Dolly Parton’s ample chest burst through her snug
dress. When her dress mishap was
repaired, Dolly said something to the effect of “My daddy always told me that
you can’t fit five gallons of mud into a one-gallon bucket.”
That is true in every situation, including the
Eiffel Tower.
Tourists
wander around on the lower level of the
Tower before taking an elevator to the second level. There is one
elevator that is specifically for people. The other four are for
operations to maintain the Tower.
One would think that someone would think I’ll take the next one…no, you go on… No, all crammed in to the elevator #5 with the space decreases as the mass increased.
In 1985, My husband and I were part of that mass which also
included a tourist bus of tall Swedish men…no, tall and big Swedish men. My husband was pushed away with the flow of
people, leaving me in the middle of the elevator without him.
As the elevator shrank and the mass remained the
same, it became obvious to this 5` 4” female would soon be crushed in a vice
of handsome muscular tall Viking giants.
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One giant peered down at my desperate face and
placed his massive arm over my head to the shoulder of another towering giant, who
looked down at miniscule female (me). He
braced his hand on the other man's shoulder, chuckling while saying something in Viking
language.
The elevator opened, spewing its occupants out
onto the top level of the Eiffel Tower.
The Vikings deserted me to gaze at the city they
had once conquered, when my 5` 9” husband found me. We held hands, viewing Paris from the heights
of the Eiffel Tower.
The Eiffel Tower will always hold a unique memory for me.
Memories are precious things. I wonder whether you retain a space in the memory banks of those very tall men?
ReplyDelete"Short American female" is all they could remember. And I have a percentage of Viking DNA in my veins, which makes total sense. I am known to be feisty.
DeleteThat's a funny story.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't make this story up.
DeleteI imagine that would be a bit worrying, I'm glad they noticed and protected you. Being 40% Swedish and a tiny bit Norwegian, I like to think I have a touch of Viking DNA too. I would love to see the view from the Eiffel Tower, but I will never travel that far.
ReplyDeleteWe were always wanderers.
DeleteAt 5'3", that would be intimidating to me, too, Linda! At least you lived, protected, to tell the tale. Remind me that I have no desire to visit France. :)
ReplyDeleteBlessings!
This was a quieter time, I think.
DeleteAt least they understood the situation and took care of it, and no, that's not something to forget.
ReplyDeleteThis was back in the mid 80s, so I still hold it in my memory palace.
DeleteThis is such a beautiful entry, Susan, and a wonderful memory. You have seen a view of Paris I have not -- from the tower. It was so crowded when I was there but I think I would have done OK just to have the experience of being the center of a "Viking sandwich." I'm glad your husband made the next lift! I love the thought of you holding hands and looking out over Paris.
ReplyDeleteIt was a great trip. Just going into fall, not crowded, in November.
DeleteUnique and then some, I'd wager!
ReplyDeleteI wonder if anyone else ever had that experience.
DeleteSee? Not all Vikings are Berserkers.
ReplyDeleteThe Berserkers were a nasty part of the Viking legends.
DeleteI wish the Vikings had been there when I was there with my wife. I looked at the tower and at the elevator . . which as I recall rose at an angle for some distance before going more vertical . . and decided seeing Paris from ground level was more to my liking.
ReplyDeleteI suppressed my fear of heights back then. Now I can't!
DeleteI could think of worse ways to go than in the elevator surrounded by tall, handsome men. 😺
ReplyDeleteExactly. Valhalla sounds great.
DeleteA great memory with a touch of humour. :)
ReplyDeletesome memories remain over the years, and it is always better with humor.
DeleteFor me to be in that same situation I would have to be on the elevator with a female NBA team.
ReplyDeleteExactly. Or maybe a team of female gymnasts?
DeleteWhen on holiday, I bought a small model of the Eiffel Tower. When I got home it was not leaning to one side as expected. I had to add something to the base to make it lean.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
Eiffel Tower doesn't lean. that would be disastrous.
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