The outdoor elevator for handicapped people was shaped like a cube and my husband and mother were clearly stuck in it. I had dropped them off at the front steps of the restaurant, parked the car and walked back to the entrance thinking they’d already be seated inside..but there they were.. prisoners in the cube at the top of the stairs that descend to the main door down below.
Not gonna lie, it was a pretty funny sight. My husband had “that look” on his face, clearly determined to figure out either how to get the thing to work or at the very least to get the darn metal door to open so they could get out. What he didn’t know was that the elevator cube (including the self-locking door) could only be controlled by staff and that the control panel was on the wall by the front door. I was tempted to snap a picture of the scene, but hurried down the stairs and through the door to get help from the hostess instead.
My husband’s an engineer so he clearly had some (post-liberation) thoughts about how this whole thing could have been designed better, but all I could think about was that sometimes (no matter how capable or self sufficient we are) we simply need outside help..we just find ourselves locked in a box and no matter how hard we try to get out of it, we need someone else’s perspective and/or assistance..
We need a new way.