on a recent trip, i stayed on the 22nd floor of a new hotel.  it was nice, everything was cozy, until the third morning.  i was ready to head downstairs for breakfast so i scampered to the elevator lobby and pressed the down button.  the elevator that finally arrived was dark inside.  completely dark.  i cautiously peered inside.  it was empty.  but i thought to myself, i'm not riding in that.  i've seen that movie, the cute girl dies first!  so i stepped back, waited, the doors closed.  i decided to wait a few minutes and press the button again for a different elevator.  i'm sure you can see where this is going...only the same elevator would ever open for me. 
so then the decision became: walk down 22 flights of stairs in my Brand New Shoes or die a hedious death in the dark scary elevator. 
i climbed into the dark elevator and cowered in the back corner.  the whole ride down the only light in that box came from the floor numbers flashing as i passed them by.  obviously, since i'm blogging this, i was not hacked to bits by an axe murderer.  i did give a good ranting to the desk clerk...