In university the majority of our time was spent drinking and being generally stupid, and avoiding class at all costs. One such occasion of stupidity was our discovery that the storage closets could be opened with a slender arm through the grate on the front. The storage closet also contained the freight elevators that maids used for garbage, which went through all 3 floors and the "tunnels" underneath that people used to go in between buildings.
The choice was clear, we had to ride down. Except it only had room for two people so a couple of my floor mates, two guys, decided to take the maiden voyage, while we above operated the elevator.
They got in and the door closed and they lowered down, intending to make it all the way to the tunnels. Unfortunately they didn't estimate the distance down correctly and ended up on the 1st floor, 2 floors below us. The closet being dark they fumbled around for a while before walking into the middle of a game of floor hockey being held by the lower floor.
The game had been going on quite a while infront of the closet, when the two men opened the door looking slightly dazed and confused. Then without a word they walked down the hall too the stairs and left. No one said anything. Classic.
