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		<title>By: karyn</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Okay, I will &#039;fess up I was a candy striper while in high school in Ohio. My friend Margaret and I thought it would be fun so we signed up and were oriented and pretty soon were wearing those unflattering pinafores that needed ironing. 
I don&#039;t remember how long we candy striped but I do remember one incident. While in the elevator one of us accidentally pushed the wrong button and we went to the basement. I think there were two floors to the basement. We wheeled the cart out of the elevator and then realized we were in the morgue. It was dark, cold, eery, and not a person in sight. We froze. When we tried to push the cart back into the elevator, the elevator was no longer flat with the floor. Somehow it had hiccuped or risen and now was about (guessing) 6 to 9 inches higher than the floor. 
The cart was awkward and heavy and filled with stuff for sale. We couldn&#039;t  push it into the elevator. I got on the elevator but didn&#039;t know how to make it level with the ground. We finally pushed the emergency button and I guess someone came to our rescue. I don&#039;t remember that part but I remember how it felt to be in the morgue.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Okay, I will &#8216;fess up I was a candy striper while in high school in Ohio. My friend Margaret and I thought it would be fun so we signed up and were oriented and pretty soon were wearing those unflattering pinafores that needed ironing.<br />
I don&#8217;t remember how long we candy striped but I do remember one incident. While in the elevator one of us accidentally pushed the wrong button and we went to the basement. I think there were two floors to the basement. We wheeled the cart out of the elevator and then realized we were in the morgue. It was dark, cold, eery, and not a person in sight. We froze. When we tried to push the cart back into the elevator, the elevator was no longer flat with the floor. Somehow it had hiccuped or risen and now was about (guessing) 6 to 9 inches higher than the floor. <br />
The cart was awkward and heavy and filled with stuff for sale. We couldn&#8217;t  push it into the elevator. I got on the elevator but didn&#8217;t know how to make it level with the ground. We finally pushed the emergency button and I guess someone came to our rescue. I don&#8217;t remember that part but I remember how it felt to be in the morgue.<br />
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