I live on the twelfth floor of a building. One afternoon I am coming home from a friend's house. It is just after four o'clock. I get quickly into the lift and press Button  12. The lift starts to go up, but very slowly. And then, half way up, it suddenly  stops between two floors. I couldn't understand it. I press an all the buttons from 1 to 14. I call for help very loudly. But nobody answers. Then suddenly the lights go out, and I am alone in the dark. I start to cry and beat the walls of the lift. I cry and cry until I have no voice left. Then, I feel hopeless, and press all the buttons with my open hands. And all at the same time, there is a bell far away. It rings and rings. It is the fire alarm . I think the whole building is on fire. I say to the God quietly, "Just get me out of here. I'll never be bad again." Just then, I realize the lift is moving very slowly. On the ground floor it stops, and the door opens. A man is standing there. "How long have you been there? It is good that you press the alarm bell. But haven't you learned to read at your school? " He points at a small piece of paper on the wall beside the lift. It says: "Attention  : This lift will be stopped for repairs between 4 pm and 5 pm on Thursday, March 13." After reading the paper, the writer realizes that he/she has   _  .
escaped a fire accident made a silly mistake visited a dishonest friend pressed a wrong button