Not only that, but all the staff elevators are already busted. Hence, we had no way to transport people with wheelchairs or strollers between floors.
Therefore, I had to help an old lady- erm, aged female, to be politicaly correct- get back down to the exit.
It was a three-person team: One elevator repair tech and the lady's grandson accompanied her down the escalator, while I carried the 45 pound wheelchair down the stairs.
Carried, not rolled. Our stairs are too steep for me to roll it. And floors are double height in the Center, so I essentially carried it down two floors.
Other interesting notes: A well-trained seeing eye dog that, for a change, caused no problems. She was a very well trained golden retriever; when a small child ignored the "DO NOT PET" sign and went over to pet her anyway, the dog didn't move a muscle- except for the ones in her tail, which she wagged. But the dog didn't budge- not even when a different child ran away screaming from it. (Or me. I tend to do that to children.)
I complimented the man on having such a well-trained dog, and continued my work.
At least that dog didn't try to mark its territory while in the building.