I've saved the highlight of our visit to the Tom Thompson Art Gallery for the end. The gallery is on two levels, with actual gallery rooms on the second level. So we had to take the elevator to the second floor. No problem. We enjoyed the displays for awhile, ran into a friend, and eventually were ready to leave.
Back to the elevator we went. Now I don't know if you've had the pleasure of riding in one of these tiny little elevators that are commonly found in small towns, but they are tiny! Public buildings, including quite old buildings, were required to become wheelchair accessible some years ago. They squeezed the smallest size elevator available into whatever corner they could find. I was actually trained on how to use the elevators at Parkwood Hospital before coming home - using a elevator wand for buttons you couldn't reach, turning around inside to avoid having to back out. There were four sets of 2-3 elevators each, so I got lots of practice. But they were normal sized elevators.
I have so far encountered 3 tiny retrofitted elevators here. There is barely room for one wheelchair to drive straight in, and one person to turn on the key and hold the button. Yes, you have to hold the button to make it work. It is downright claustrophobic!
So you can imagine my thoughts as I drove into the gallery's tiny elevator, rode down to the main floor, and the door would 't open to get us out. It was a little disconcerting!
The second time it happened, the claustrophobic feeling reverberated in my mind a few seconds longer, but of course there were library staff on both floors trying to help us. We would not be left alone. I did think that if we were well and truly stuck we could call the firefighters to come and rescue us. (I had this vision of the jaws of life crunching around the elevator door and ripping it off).
Third try lucky though and we were out free. Another of our little adventures.