Reassurance: stepping into an elevator, watching the steel doors clamp shut, and as you ascend, glimpsing a sign: “In case of fire, use stairs.” Above it, a picture of a stick figure running down a flaming staircase.
By the second floor, I found myself imagining my last resentful thought if I were to ever find myself trapped in a burning elevator: Why the hell didn’t they hang that sign OUTSIDE the door?
I’m wondering if Walt Disney felt the same way when cigarettes came out with warning labels in 1966.