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To: Libbyt who wrote (2307)	4/25/2002 9:00:58 PM
From: mph	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 6346

Are you asking me whether the phrase you're only as old as you feel applies to weight as well?<g> In this particular case, I was squished at the back of the elevator and had no real option to withdraw when that last big mama stuffed herself in...LOL Besides, a walk up 11 flights of stairs was not particularly enticing.... as for strange thinking, remember this. You are never alone. I'm convinced that certain things strike a wide percentage of the population in the same way. I use that notion while picking a jury. If a witness irritates me, for example, I figure that at least 6 or 7 of the jurors will react similarly. I had a case with a completely obnoxious male attorney on the other side. He drove me nuts. I therefore figured he'd irritate other women, so I selected a jury with 8 females all close to my age. At the conclusion of trial, they swooped over to me en masse with these two burning questions: 1. Is that man married? and (after I said yes) 2. HOW COULD ANY WOMAN STAND THAT MAN? see.:-)

To: Libbyt who wrote (2307)	4/26/2002 11:00:57 AM
From: GraceZ	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 6346

I hate cramped, packed elevators...and I always look at the weight limit... My too, I'm marginally claustrophobic. Years and years ago I went to a Halloween party in NYC. The party was in a large loft owned by a writer for the Village Voice. I think they invited maybe four hundred people give or take. The loft was on the 12th floor in a building which only had one of those big freight elevators. We all packed into this freight elevator and it slooooooowly made its way up, creaking and straining as it went. It was all I could do to remain poised squished in that thing. We were one of the first groups at the party and as we hung out we watched load after load get off the elevator and arrive at the party. Each load of people was better looking, cooler and more wildly dressed than the last. After a couple of hours of feeling like somebody's hick cousin from the country I decided to get some air downstairs. Went down to the street with some friends and sat for a couple hours at a very nice cafe before deciding to meander back to the party (we were invited to stay the night at the loft so it was a matter that I had to go back). When we arrived in the lobby there was a big sign on the elevator, out of order. Its really wonderful climbing 12 flights at 2am in the morning, NOT! At any rate, the story was that almost as soon as we had left the party the elevator, completely packed with a new load of party goers, got stuck in between floors. For over an hour these people were stuck in this thing, packed up against each other before they were rescued by the fire department. I can't tell you the relief I felt for having missed that opportunity to find out just how claustrophobic I am. I've been suspicious of crowded elevators ever since.