this poor fellow was stuck in an elevator for 41 hours.
At a certain point, he decided to open the doors. He pried them apart and held them open with his foot. He was presented with a cinder-block wall on which, perfectly centered, were scrawled three “13”s—one in chalk, one in red paint, one in black. It was a dispiriting sight.
here’s an article about it, and other elevator related things via the new yorker:
up and then down