I have never been trapped in an elevator, but I have been trapped in a similar-sized space for about 6 hours. And I discovered I'm quite uncomfortable with small spaces; after an hour or two, I'd gotten steadily more angry and about the time I forced myself out I was batshit insane. Which quickly subsided due to the feeling of fresh air, fortunately. I really don't like small spaces.
That reminds me of something that happened to my father on 13 August 1980. It was my father's birthday. I was still in hospital after having my second child a few days before. My mother was at work so my Dad was minding my eldest son who was three years old at the time.
In Australia most toilets are in a separate from from the bathroom. The lock on my parents' tolet door was broken so the door couldn't be open fom the inside. My Dad went to the toilet and for some reason my son pulled the door closed on my father. My father was trapped in toilet for about 4 hours until my Mum arrived home from work. My Dad was very worried about what my son might be doing unsupervised but it turned out he was OK.
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