Last day of term. The victorious feeling brought on by us making it through ten weeks of bad weather, a terrible professor and way too much work. Alive. And reasonably sane. Or atleast, not significantly less so than when we started term.

We pick up wine and a pizza. We come home.
Me- "Let's take the elevator up. Part of the celebration." (normally I conscientiously use the stairs except when injured)
We get in. The door shuts.
K- "What if we get stuck in the elevator?"
Given our recent run of luck, combined with recent elevator history of our building, this is a possibility with a high probability.
Me- "We have food and drink. And we have my laptop for entertainment. We could survive here for days."
K- "What if we need to pee."
There is a moment's silence and thought.
But nothing will rain on our sunshine.
"We will drink up the wine and pee in the bottle."
Problem solved. Let the festivities begin.