Who do we eat first?

It's not a situation you ever think you'd find yourself in, stranded with five people you barely know, no provisions, no idea of when or how you will be rescued. Sure, optimism reigns initially, but it doesn't take long for people to begin to crack. Once hope of immediate rescue fades, you're left to ponder the cold hard truth. How long can you survive this nightmare? What happens when the hunger becomes unbearable; would you be able to eat the flesh of another human being? I haven't spoken about this much, the pain receding only recently, but I found myself in such a situation not too long ago. A terrifying nightmare of darkness and misery; bound to a seemingly inescapable fate, forced to retreat to an unoccupied corner of the prison I found myself in to begin preparing for a face to face with my maker.

Fortunately the elevator repair man only took half an hour.

Other than having to walk down 9 flights of stairs once we were rescued, and having to listen to Tony panic over how he was going to explain this to his wife - oh sure Tony, you're stuck in an elevator, how convenient - I was just thankful that I didn't have to eat anybody. Fellas, next time we have poker night, let's remember to bring the leftover pizza and brews when we leave, I wouldn't want to tempt fate twice.