I hate lifts. I used to be so petrified of them that I wouldn't get on them for even a trip up one level. It all stems from watching some old movie, where a lift falls down it's shaft and smashes it millions of pieces, when I was very young. I still find them a little "uncomfortable".
Today eight of us boarded the lift to our office. Chris pipes up "Wouldn't be funny if the lift broke down?" Two seconds later and it stops. Dead. We spent an hour in there, although my spirits were lifted when we heard a man outside "This is the London Fire Brigade". Ya firemen I thought, and kept thinking till I saw them. DISAPPOINTING! Oh well those thoughts at least kept me from freaking out!!!
Anyway I know the other seven people a whole lot better now!!