I dragged DH into Dunelm yesterday to buy a roller blind. The loos were on the first floor so I used the lift while he waited on the ground floor. I was the only one in the lift so I pressed the correct button for the floor I wanted.
The lift came to a halt and I heard, 'Doors opening' like you do. Nothing happened. I then heard, 'Doors closing' but they hadn't opened. 
In a panic I pressed the first floor button again and heard, 'Doors opening' but the bloody things were still shut. Pressing it again, I heard, 'Doors closing'..... which led to more frantic pressings of the button.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand tapped me on the shoulder and a voice said, 'Are you getting out, luv?'
Oh, how embarrassing. 
The lift had two sets of doors and if only I'd had the sense to turn around I'd have seen the bemused customers wondering if it was safe to get in a lift with a mad woman. 
I think I need to get out more.
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?
Unbearable grief compounded by our adult children’s reactions
