Oh, I guess that now I will get one. My sister told me that the police officer that arrived at our parents house told her "Get her a cell phone for Christmas! " Would you believe I would have to be taught how to use one, as I have only rarely used phones belonging to others, and their owners fired them up and handed them to me.
Una Persson, I forgot to say earlier what an awful experience yours must have been. to my mind, having the elevator move erratically would have been scarier that having it simply hanging there, as mine was. I checked out your link to Snopes, shudder.
Just by the way, elevator shafts are terrible locations for cell phone reception – most phones won’t connect unless the cell antenna is three feet or less away from the shaft.
If you climb out of an elevator at my place of employment you are fired. We have had two deaths and one loss of limb in the whole time the plant has been open.
We have big service elevators where you pull down big gates and you can watch the lovely brick walls race by you as you go off on your merry way.
Very scary, and they get stuck all the time.
What I have been told by the safety manager is that one guy got stuck in the elevator and tried to climb out the top and slipped in between the car and the shaft. They had to call his family in to say their last goodbyes because when they moved the elevator he would die.
True or not (how do I find out?) still scary.
I have always been scared of elevators since I watch one of the Damien movies. A doctor was comming back with lab results from Damien and the elevator he was on plumeted down, but he was okay until…the elevator cord came zipping down through the car cutting him in half.
Then of course there is the scene in Resident Evil.
Well, I just got an email from the lawyer stating that since I wasn’t hurt *physically[/I, just emotionally, there is no basis in Kansas law for action on my part. So I guess that’s that
It’s odd, but now I find myself tearing up again, and my throat is tight. I was feeling steady over the matter before, but not now. So I have to be freaking injured for the library to be held liable? Damn. I also have a call in to the elevator inspection office, but it has not been returned yet.
I guess the library is going to get to go on it’s merry way, with another letter of apology, like the last time. I still won’t ever get in that elevator again.
Sounds like time to threaten them with reporters. If all else fails, print up a bunch of signs that say “unsafe, do not use” and tape one to the elevator door each time you pass by it. If nothing else, it will piss them off.
I used to work for a guy that we shall call Stupid Hellboy Idiot Turd Boss, or SHITBoss for short. Oh, the number of Pit threads that I could have started about him back in those days. I left that hell of a job resisting every urge I had to tell SHITBoss to stuff it. It probably would have been wiser to burn my bridges, but unfortunately I didn’t.
A year later I was unemployed, and desperate for money. I meekly pleaded SHITBoss for some temp work. Felt like tongue-kissing Hitler, I tells ya.
So SHITBoss had me run an errand. He wanted me to deliver a couple of boxes of paper to some company out in some suburb. Now, normally, when leaving that office, I would take the 5 flights of stairs down. But being that I had 2 boxes of paper weighing 50lbs each, I decided to use the elevator. Of course, it got stuck.
So I pounded on the doors for a long time, and someone finally passed by and heard me. She called for help. Twenty minutes later, I heard people shouting on the other side for me to stand back. Then the fire axes came through the door. The fire department had broken down the doors so that I could get out. All in all I was trapped for 2 hours.
So I lugged the paper boxes back upstairs so I could tell SHITBoss what had happened. He assumed I was returning from my mission. When I told him I’d been trapped, he yelled at me for calling the fire department instead of building maintenance (“They usually show up within 8 hours, you could have waited” – and I’m not the one who called, there was no phone on the elevator). He also yelled at me for not delivering the paper on time. Then he decided to not pay me for the 2 hours I spent screwing around on the elevator, when I should have been working.
To this day I marvel that I didn’t sock SHITBoss in the mouth.
After considering the issue further, I retract what I just said. Most cases that discuss the elements of the tort of false imprisonment require some intentional act which caused the restraint. That doesn’t seem present here. If not, you’d be left with a straight negligence claim, where you would have to show damages.
Disclaimer: I have not thoroughly researched this. Although IAAL, I am not one in Kansas, and have no special knowledge of Kansas law. I’m not your lawyer and you’re not my client. This is general information and not meant to be reliable legal advice.
Well, there is this snopes link that suggests it’s a local variation of an urban legend.
Baker, in your situation I probably would have freaked out completely, knowing it might be a full day before I was rescued. :eek:
Even if you can’t get personal damages for these incidents, bug them. Bug them with newspeople, with lawyers, with whatever till the elevator AND the emergency phone are fixed, because it WILL happen again.
I tell you whut, if I had been in that elevator, and could neither get out nor phone an emegency, they would definitely be doing some repairs on the fucker. Not because of any lawsuit or letters or what have you after I got out, but becuase the elevator would be in tatters. I would’ve taken apart everything that I could, first, to try to get out, then, out of crazed anger. :mad: If questioned, I would say, “I was simply trying to get out!”
That’s easily enough remedied, Baker. I just went from a landline completely to a cell phone in July, and I’d never even held one before. The phone comes with a very thick and thorough manual, thank goodness. Also, the phone guy was very eager to show off the models.
I’m very glad that you’re okay. The elevator in my building is a bit dodgy, I just take the stairs whenever possible.
by the way, Flashpoint and I still have those wonderful scarves that you made… so snuggy in the winter.
You know, I did consider breaking a few things in there, but it’s very tough. All metal, except for the lights and the cieling panels above, and the latter seemed to be very tough plastic.
The pick-a-nick was okay, one that sure won’t be forgotten. They’d scrounged up enough wood and firestarting materials, and most everybody else had had breakfast. But my cousin and my two sisters and I hadn’t eaten, so we cooked again. What I missed was starting the fire. That’s why I was out so early, I wanted to get a good bed of charcoal going. We had eggs, bacon, sausage links, fried potatoes, coffee and orange juice. Everything tastes better outdoors!
A couple of weeks ago, one of the elevators at my work crashed. Not crashed, like a computer - crashed. Like, fell. They would not disclose if anyone was in it at the time.
It’s a hospital. Shock Trauma and the ER just down the hall, so I guess that’s the best place for an elevator to fall.
I still won’t ever get in that elevator again.