I never realized how much it bothered me until just recently.
I don’t mind enclosed spaces. I wouldn’t want to live underground all the time, but I could happily sleep without outside noise.
Still gusty this morning. DP is taking Bill to look for a “longboard,” which I understand is a thing with wheels, unrelated to surfing, for his birthday.
When I was working, our offices were in an old building downtown, and we had the entire third and fourth floors. The elevator was possessed, and would jerk and shudder and finally move at a snails’ pace. I hated the darn thing.
One day, when I was coming back from lunch, I got in the elevator, pushed the button for the third floor and all the elevator did was shudder. It didn’t move. But the doors wouldn’t open, either. So I’m trying very hard to maintain control of myself, and think what to do.
Ahyes...emergency phone. I picked it up, dialed the number posted and got a recording: We can’t come to the phone right now....
I climbed the stairs from then until we moved into a newer building.