To me, an elevator is just like a coffin on a string.
Dangling over an abyss, it’s like a casket yo-yo.
Remember the plane crash in the Andes, where the survivors ate the dead passengers?
I’m not proud of this, but when I have to take an elevator, I bring a knife and fork and pray for fat passengers.
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