My most deathly fear is probably an elevator. Every time I see one my mind starts racing with questions, but the biggest question of all is—will it get stuck? Every time I see the silver doors close I pray that the elevator doesn’t get stuck. I can always imagine the long hole it’s in and the ropes and metal that hold it up. I make sure that the elevator has some kind of help button before I get in. Or at least I make sure I have my phone. If the elevator looks old and crusty I immediately turn around and head for the stairs.