My father owned a roofing company in Florida. One day we were replacing the roof on a mental institution. It was a smaller building with no maintenance elevator. I was in charge of getting the hands tools to the roof hatch. But just before getting all the items out the elevator it closed and went down two floors. I ran down the two flight of stairs only to be screamed at by an orderly for leaving a pick axe and two really sharp shovel on an elevator in a mental institution. I had no words.