Getting stuck in a lift and forgetting to panic.
Being claustrophobic, I thought my first experience of getting stuck in a lift would be something of a screaming frenzy. I guess living in Turkey has toughened me up a bit.
Tonight, I got stuck in the metre square lift in my apartment building. The strange thing was my reaction of complete and utter calm; as though it were an everyday event.
No punching walls. No loss of bladder control. No crying. No tearing at my clothes. Just a very matter-of-fact tap of the buttons and a nudge to the door. It worked too.
Be thankful I wasn't with you.
ReplyDeleteImagine the two of us in that metre square lift. I would have lost it..... and you wouldn't have been far behind me.
Yup, the same thing happens at our place in Istanbul. We've also had to jump down/up about a foot to get on/off. No big whoop.
ReplyDeleteI hate lifts with a vengeance and always try to avoid them. Why are the lifts in Turkey so small?
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