I got stuck at an elevator in Frankfurt the other day.
I tend to think of Frankfurt as an alien space transit station, so big it takes a long time to crawl through the station to another docking port. Sometimes a wormhole opens up that allows you to transfer more directly to your port, but you don't know if the wormhole takes one flight of stairs or a thousand year journey.
One must also be careful of renegade gangs who may set up "security check-point" at any random location. Or the merchants who'd rather see you wonder in their corridors forever, spending your precious space euros on some yellow alien drink. And pretzels.
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