There aren't that many things that I have phobias about. I'm not a big spider fan but I wouldn't say I have a phobia about them, and birds, bats, bees and other crawly, feathery, scaly things don't bother. The two things that do bother me are killer whales and lifts. Now.....in my day to day life in not so sunny Scotland, killer whales don't really feature all that highly however, lifts do. In fact, I work in a building with 8 floors and I work on the 6th. Once upon a time climbing up 6 floors would have been totally possible, but these days once or twice is enough......it was during one of the times I HAD to get the lift that my worst fear was realised. It stopped. With me in it. Alone. With no phone. 
I was in there for an hour - safe in the knowledge that a hunky fireman was on his way to rescue me - that thought was soon bashed on the head by the arrival of an overweight, balding and slightly sweating lift engineer from.......and I swear I'm not making this up....Schindler's Lifts.........no wonder I'm traumatised!
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