The thought makes me cringe I use the elevator every day, can't wait to get out, especially if there's someone in there I'm not keen on - but elevators carry that dread of getting stuck Do you avoid them or take them in yer stride ?
I don't mind them....don't need to take them too often though. Going up I think about 103 floors in the Sears Tower in Chicago is quite a trip though, or was it the Hancock bldg...can't remember but both are tall!! I have felt uncomfortable though a few times when I've been alone with a weird looking guy but nothing happened
My ears always pop when I go up in a tall elevator, even with just a few floors, say maybe only 30. Do yours?
I think they would Nancy - I got strange ears ! Thank goodness my daily elevator trip is only 'one' floor up !
Elevators are nice to have when carrying luggage up twelve floors. Otherwise, I often use the stairs because God knows, I need the exercise. Oddly though, a lot of hotels, even some of the more expensive ones, have stairways that are very dreary, and leave me with the feeling that someone could kill me on the stairs and no one would find my body for a week.
@Ken Anderson A small warning, from experience: some hotels having very high "towers" like our casino resorts here (Edgewater is 26 stories tall), have some stairways open to the outdoors at the very bottom, and consequently the exit doors on each floor are "one-way" doors, only; that is, you can access the stairs, but cannot get back in. 26 stories of stairs would be a lot, even if all the way were downhill! IOW, doors may not be opened from within the stairwell. Frank
I agree about stairs Ken, they can be scary places too I chose to move to avoid stairs by moving here as my balance is kaput, I once refused to get in the elevator with a man I don't like, I said I'd wait for it to come back down. He wasn't pleased but I'm honest
It’s not the elevator that bothers me, it’s a crowded one that has a tendency to make me feel uncomfortable. No matter the circumstance, I just do not like to be surrounded by a bunch of people whether I know them or not. Call me paranoid, or leftovers from military training or call it what you will, I almost Always know what is going on around me and a small box jammed with possible ne’er-do-wells doesn’t afford me that particularly important personal luxury.
One of the most clear implications of being in a crowded elevator might be that at least 1 out of 4 individuals ate something that causes moderate to severe flatulence.