In the present day, I’m curious: What’s your irrational concern? What provides you the shivers? What makes you wish to dash in the other way? My reply is simple…
ELEVATORS. Gahhhhhh.
I first wrote about my elevator phobia virtually 20 years in the past. Since then, I’ve taken elevators precisely *checks notes* 16 occasions — and that’s solely when stairwells had been inaccessible. In any other case, I’m completely satisfied to take the steps it doesn’t matter what ground. I as soon as climbed 33 flights to see a therapist. (“See how a lot I want you???” I informed her, panting, after I arrived.)
In France, I’ve seen some actually teeny elevators. Right here’s my mother in Paris. And here’s a video I took of another one. Reader, we didn’t get in.
Kelsey bravely rode this one throughout her honeymoon!
So, inform me: What’s your irrational concern? Every other elevator-haters on the market?
P.S. A trick for remembering people’s names, and do you ever ghost after a party?
