Back in 2003 a friend and I noticed that the elevator where we lived had a GSM unit placed on top with the number dymo’ed on it, visible through the glass walls around the elevator shaft. So we started catfishing randoms on the internet and gave them that number to call around the time of day when people came home from work. Every time they complained that it was the wrong number because there were some random on the other end, we just replied “You’ve been elevated!” and logged off.
I’ve already been punished for tomfoolery/idiocy with that elevator. We noticed that the sensor that checked whether the door was properly closed was just and open contact with 230V across it. I don’t remember why, but we used that to try and roast potatoes, and ended up blowing a fuse, putting the elevator out of commission. This was two days before moving out. Moving furniture down four floors via the stairs was not fun.
And you shall get no answers, apart from this: we were into a lot of stupid shit, such as figuring our how to open the main junction box for the door bell/intercom. People could still ring to get in, but it was impossible to speak through it and be heard downstairs. Because we had an old leftover discman available and found a DC powersupply inside that we could jury rig. That way we could play Dimmu Borgir on repeat 24/7 for anyone on street level. The “Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia”, if I remember correctly.
Back in 2003 a friend and I noticed that the elevator where we lived had a GSM unit placed on top with the number dymo’ed on it, visible through the glass walls around the elevator shaft. So we started catfishing randoms on the internet and gave them that number to call around the time of day when people came home from work. Every time they complained that it was the wrong number because there were some random on the other end, we just replied “You’ve been elevated!” and logged off.
REPENT
I’ve already been punished for tomfoolery/idiocy with that elevator. We noticed that the sensor that checked whether the door was properly closed was just and open contact with 230V across it. I don’t remember why, but we used that to try and roast potatoes, and ended up blowing a fuse, putting the elevator out of commission. This was two days before moving out. Moving furniture down four floors via the stairs was not fun.
What?? Why? How? I have so many questions. This is hilarious!!
And you shall get no answers, apart from this: we were into a lot of stupid shit, such as figuring our how to open the main junction box for the door bell/intercom. People could still ring to get in, but it was impossible to speak through it and be heard downstairs. Because we had an old leftover discman available and found a DC powersupply inside that we could jury rig. That way we could play Dimmu Borgir on repeat 24/7 for anyone on street level. The “Puritanical Euphoric Misanthropia”, if I remember correctly.
You just made my day