My sister and I eat brunch in the observation tower. It is about 300 meters high, and it revolves! In one hour you see the entire city of Kuala Lumpur with out getting up once. It was really cool. I was warned though not to go hung over; it could be hellish.
We eat yet another amazing meal, pay way to much for late morning cocktails, and continue on our journey. We get in the elevator that jumps from 300 meters in the sky to ground level in a few short seconds. It does not count floors; it counts meters by the 50. My sister, a chinese family of three, two swedes, and a random white girl all watch the digital count down as it abruptly stops at 250 then plummets to 200 and stops. We stand nervously in silence for about an entire min. Then I start laughing. I was thinking to myself, "200 meters! No coming back from that fall." The only reason I did not say it out loud was because there was a 5 year old girl there. Granted I don't think she spoke English, but it was still too cynical.
My laughter broke the tension. Everyone eased a little and chuckled at the absurdity of our situation. Well almost everyone. With my laughter, my sister freaked out. She yelled at me to be quiet and told everyone I was only laughing because I was horrified. This made my giggles uncontrollable. I could not NOT think this was funny. Eventually the elevator moved again, and we got out safely. Sister eventually did laugh, but it took a few hours of saftey for her to find the funny.
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