Well, what do you know.
I got stuck in a lift with some twenty people at lunch-time this afternoon(3 May 2012).
I was attending a meeting and we piled into an elevator(No. 8 which actually means lucky in Cantonese)at Dataran Takaful in down-town KL.
Then it happened. On reaching the ground floor, it refused to open its doors.
The usual swearing words we heard; and a women was almost frantic-banging on the lift door panels unceasingly.
The sad thing about old buildings are they are served by old lifts.
We were unfortunate to be served by more than a few decades old OTIS elevator.
After being alerted, the security officer had to called in an OTIS maintenance expert to open the doors as their maintenance crew is not allowed to handle lifts.
Sadly, they do not a man that is conveniently around to prise open the elevator doors on demand.
All of us had to agonise over 35 minutes until the maintenance man arrived from the other side of town which was Damanssra.
There was more anxiety than inconvenience. We were fearful of what would happen in the lift. Will someone faint or even die? Was there going to be sufficient oxygen for all of us before we all collapsed in a huddle?
When we heard noises from the other side of the door panel,we knew help was at hand. Then the doors opened and we saw the OTIS man.
What a relief to be able to breathe fresh air again, away from the stale human odours!
An experience best avoided!
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