My friend Janice was in Toronto. How fun, my first visitor from the west. Actually, Janice was here a week and a half ago (or so), but only for dinner, since she was catching an overnight bus to go play in New York and Boston. We were chatting about travel, and I was reminded that I never did tell the story of my fourth time stuck in an elevator.
On night in Paganello (in Rimini, Italy), we headed to the hotel after dinner, giddy and likely a little drunk. I don't actually remember, but chances are. We thought it was hilarious/fun times to squish our entire team (at least those staying at the hotel) into the little elevator. Tiny elevator. Phone booth sized elevator. The pictures are from just before the elevator got stuck, while we were still thought with was a great idea. There is more of a best-verbal story of the "stuck time", so ask me about it sometime if you care too. Not while we are in an elevator, please. I will say that one of the things that I noticed while stuck is that the elevators maximum capacity was 4.
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