When I was little my grandparents lived in an apartment building (11 floors). Coming into the building I had to take the elevator to avoid the drug addicts that sometimes dwelled in the stairways. At times they’d get violent and as a little kid that terrified me. The elevator had every button burned out with cigarettes and graffiti all over. To a little kid that was scary. I also had no idea what floor they were on and whether I’d get harassed, threatened or stabbed when the doors opened. So.. another reason why I hate elevators.