New Development: Fear of Elevators
I am hesitant to disclose the following event...Following our viewing of Mr & Mrs Smith last eve, the ladies and I headed to the parkade at Oyama Roble. This usually involves crossing a causeway, but at 11:30pm said causeway was closed leaving us to venture down seven floors, cross the street and enter the parkade from ground level. As I said, there were six of us.
We reach the parkade and proceed to pack the elevator, that is to say, we were not uncomfortable in the small elevator, and possibly could have squeezed 1-2 additional Japanese-type folk inside, but there was not room to have tea and crumpets.
Nori pushes the "door close" button. Nothing happens. Nori pushes the "door close" button. Nothing happens. Nori, again, pushes the "door close" button. Nothing happens. Disputes about the maintenance and working order of the elevator commence. It is decided that the elevator is in order, or there would be a sign. Someone utters, "What if we're over capacity?" Hysterical, nervous, laughter erupts. Someone jokes that Jody, who is closest to the door, should exit the elevator (sarcastically suggesting that we will minus one person at a time until we are within capacity). Jody exits the elevator. Nori pushes the "door close" button. Nothing happens. Comments about us dropping to our deaths in this obviously defective shaft are initiated. Treva exits the elevator, leaving four people within. Nori pushes the "door close" button. Door closes.
I look at the "total capacity" sign above me. It reads: "9 people / 600 kgs." We collectively drop to our psycological deaths.
elevators be scary