I had three friends who all got stuck in an elevator... we'll call them Albert, Bob and Chuck. Chuck happened to be my boyfriend at the time, and made his own comedy show for student television - the kind that had about 3 viewers on a good week. They were stuck between floors and had to have security get them out. The elevator was really hot and it took a while for them to be freed. Chuck told me that, though Albert remained very cool, Bob found the whole experience really upsetting. Chuck, being the awesome friend that he was, decided to recreate the scene for his student TV show, with Albert playing himself, and Chuck in an anorak playing Bob with an exaggerated folksy accent, in what he presumably thought was cutting-edge observational comedy. Later on, Bob told me that despite Chuck's mocking, he had panicked just as much as Bob himself had.

And Chuck eventually confessed to me (though not to Albert or Bob) that the elevator didn't exactly fail. In fact, Chuck, sure of the hilarity that would obviously ensue, had secretly pressed the Emergency Stop button.

It wasn't actually thanks to that incident that I split up with Chuck, though it's certainly one of the things that make me glad I did.

I got locked a few times before (by myself). First when I was about 7 years old, I accidentally got locked into a gym by a teacher. I pretty much broke down in tears when I realized I couldn't get out until they actually noticed I wasn't in class. Second time was just today... after school I decided to sneak through the back door (for some reason). Of course, the exit was closed. Big deal, I'll just go back through the normal doors... oh wait, the stair door I just came through only open on the other side. I'm not claustrophobic, but closed doors made me difficult to breathe. So I did the next sensible thing I could... climb out a window in the men's restroom.