You kids, along with many other nifty things, have probably never encountered an elevator guy. Like pumping gas here in NJ, elevators once required highly trained operators. They had a fancy control with three whole positions: up, down and stop.
Then there were the doors. To protect passengers, there was a flexible steel scissor affair between you and the floors flashing by - not a solid door as there is now. Any hapless soul could reach through it and have their hand torn off.
The thing terrified Moms.
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