No hesitation

I pause and lean to hear through the elevator doors. The elevator isn't making those usual whizz and whirls that let's you know it's on it's way to pick you up. I pause, and press the button again, and again. The 2000 pound box is usually submissive and comes to me at my beck and call with the push of an index finger. I press again, nothing. I look at the elevator doors again and ask in my head "now what!?". The thin man next to me does not hestitate. He takes the stairs.