It’s good I’m not claustrophobic as I’ve been trapped twice in a elevator. Once was for over five hours, and it would have been a whole day if I hadn’t been missed at a picnic I was supposed to attend. Next time I get trapped in there the elevator is getting damaged, badly. And I won’t clean up any messes I leave behind.
I saw the New Yorker story yesterday. I thought elevators were required to have phones in them.
I got stuck in one about 20 years ago with five other people. We used the phone, but it did was give us a busy signal. We pried the doors open and jumped out in between floors. I’ll never forget watching how a bunch of engineers who were cool, calm, and rational started getting a look of panic in their eyes after arguing over which was the best way to open the door within ten minutes. *Lord of the Flies * material. I avoid crowded elevators whenever I can now.
This happened to a colleague of mine a few years ago when there was a power cut in our office building. The worst aspect of it was that the building’s security guards failed the check the elevators when asked to do so, and her ordeal lasted much longer than it need have done as a result. IIRC it happened not long after 9/11 and she had no means of communicating with the outside world and no idea whether there might be another terrorist attack in progress.
She was OK until she arrived at work the next day, and couldn’t bear to enter the elevators. She had to take the stairs for months afterwards.
Jesus, three paragraphs about the actual incident, fifty more on the history of elevators? And the guy didn’t seem to be unable to go back to work because of the incident, it seems to me he gambled that he could get rich off it, and lost.
Years ago I had to run an errand for a pinhead boss. I decided to take the elevator downstairs, and it got stuck. It was about 45 minutes before I could get anyone’s attention. Whoever ended up getting me help called 911 instead of building maintenance. The fire department arrived and pried the doors open with an ax. When I got out, I went back up to the office to tell pinhead boss what had happened. Not only was he pissed that I hadn’t completed my assigned task yet, but he was also pissed that I called the fire department.