Once, I dropped my keys down an elevator shaft. It all happened so quickly. My keys were in my hand, then gone. Down the one inch space between the floor and the elevator door. I thought they were lost forever. Turns out, they have "get stuff from elevator shafts" guys. Except the regular guy was out.
His replacement asked me to hold open the doors while he rescued my keys from the cavernous death hole that lies at the bottom of every elevator shaft.
"Me?!" I thought, "I can't even hold my damn keys, you really want your life in my hands?" I truly believed I was going to watch a man be crushed to death, all because I couldn't hold on to my keys. He wasn't. But it was stressful. And I felt like a dick. I thought that was one of the worst things that could happen with elevators (other than actually dying, obviously).
Turns out I was wrong. The worst thing is getting stuck in an elevator with this guy.