I used to have my studio in an old building with one of those cage lifts that broke down all the time. I got in the habit of walking. After one particularly wild party on the rooftop, I recommended the guests not to get in, especially with the guy who looked like he was about to have a chunder. They ignored me. I got my revenge at the third. The lift had broken down between 3 and 4. They were for an hour.

If only they had had this list to keep them entertained.