Ask Me to tell It In person Sometime

My sister told me a story yesterday.  I thought I was going to die laughing.  This one might even top my auto-shop fiasco.  Maybe.  Then again, it could be one of those stories that's better in person, due to all the facial expressions and hand gestures that are absolutely crucial to a good story, and trying to put it down into written words could turn out to be a huge mistake.

Let's find out.

My sister works part-time and as a result, she has a lot of free time on her hands.  So she and her roommate signed up for an Institute class to break up the days.  She has never been in the Institute building prior to the fateful day which I am about to describe to you.

The class starts at 2:00 and at 1:59 she's still on the road headed to campus.  Dang it.  First day of class and she's already late.  She pulls into the parking lot, runs up the stairs and through the doors of the Institute.  Flustered and rushed, she tries to look nonchalant while searching for her classroom.

"Room 215...so it's on the second floor..."    Last room on the left is labeled "Stairs."  Perfect.  She turns sharply and prepares to lift her foot onto the first stair when...wait a minute.  These stairs go down.  To the basement.  There are no stairs going up to the second floor in this stairwell. 

Well, that's strange.

Warily, she keeps moving down the hall which branches out in three different directions a few yards ahead.  This is already getting way more complicated than it should be. She wanders up and down the hallways, all the while fending off text messages from her impatient roommate, who is sitting in room 215 at this very moment but can't give her directions or do anything helpful, just constantly repeat, "Are you here yet? Are you here yet? Are you here yet?"

Finally she finds another plaque marked "Stairs" and eagerly goes through the doorway only to be confronted with more stairs that only go down!  All the stairways in this building only lead to the basement!  What kind of Alice in Wonderland/Twilight Zone is this??  How is anyone supposed to get to the second floor!?

More hallways leading her full circle back to the room she started in.  People on couches and chairs groggily look up at her and back to their books.  She straightens her back and tries to look calm and, above all, NOT lost.  Walking outside she gazes up at the second story windows.  "There's got to be a way..."

She goes back inside.  People in this lobby are probably starting to recognize her.  Mentally tossing her hands up in the air in sign of surrender, she goes to the front desk and asks, "Excuse me, where is room 215?"

"It's upstairs."

Oh thank you.  That's so helpful.

"Yes...where are the stairs leading to the second floor?"

"Behind you."

...WHAT?  No they're no--

Turning around she sees the doorway.  She see the stairs through the doorway.  They go up.  They're bright blue. 

Jaw drop.

"There's no way those stairs were there when I walked in here.  They're fricking bright BLUE, how did I miss that??  It's got to be the Twilight Zone.  There's no other explanation." 

Pretty sure she made it in time for the last 15 minutes of class.