Sometimes elevators can feel restricting. I remember this one time I was in the elevator with a college professor of mine. He had given us this whole lecture about how if we saw him in a museum we shouldn't talk to him. He taught Art History. It was just the two of us in a elevator, not at a museum but he scared me with that speech. I was a dead panic about whether I should say hello or not make eye contact.
In the end, I decided not to say anything and as we both got off the elevator he wheeled on me and said "Hello! You're in my class you can say hello can't you?"
I froze.
And then I squeaked a hello and ran down the hallway. But I remember that elevator ride and how confined I felt in that little box.
