I love this.
At a cheerleader camp at the University of Texas, 26 cheerleaders, ages 14-17, decided to see how many girls could squeeze into an elevator. The number was 26–the number of cheerleaders, and the number of minutes they were stuck inside. The elevator descended from the fourth floor to the first, but the doors refused to open.
There was panic. One girl fainted, and two others received medical attention. A few cell phones wriggled free and they called for help.
An unsympathetic police spokeswoman, who was probably never a cheerleader, said, “They’re lucky that’s all that happened….There are signs everywhere: No more than 15 people or 3000 pounds.”
As a high schooler who was never part of the “in” crowd, certainly never on any cheerleader’s attention list–even at age 51, this story infests me with totally juvenile glee.
