TIFU by getting stuck in my building's elevator for 19 minutes while needing to pee, holding a rotisserie chicken

ok so context. i live in a building from like 1974 with an elevator that has been "scheduled for replacement" since i moved in. i am 42. i should know better. friday i pick up a rotisserie chicken and a 6-pack of seltzer on the way home. before this, i had a large iced coffee. you see where this is going. i could have used the bathroom at the grocery store. i did not. i was 4 minutes from my apartment. elevator stops between 3 and 4. lights flicker. the little emergency phone rings the front desk and roy answers. roy is a wonderful man who is approximately 78 years old and has informed me, multiple times, that he does not handle the elevator situation. roy says "ok hang tight buddy" and i can hear him eating something. 19 minutes. i am holding a hot rotisserie chicken. i am holding 6 seltzers, which are taunting me. there is a small mirror in the elevator and i make eye contact with myself and genuinely consider whether i could pee into one of the empty-ish seltzer cans without claire ever finding out. i did not. i want to be clear about that. i did not pee in the can. but i thought about it for a real, mathematical amount of time. i was running cost-benefit analysis. i was a man at a crossroads. doors open at minute 19. i sprint past a neighbor named gerald who says "everything ok" and i say "yes" with the tone of a hostage. i get inside. i make it. the chicken is somehow still warm. claire asks why im sweating. i say "elevator". she nods. hugo licks the bag. TL;DR: stuck in elevator 19 min holding rotisserie chicken and seltzer, full bladder, briefly considered peeing in a seltzer can like a feral man, did not, made it home with 4 seconds to spare. roy is still eating.