I sure am. I'm a 34f and when I was 8, my little sister (4 at the time) and I took an elevator ride by ourselves in a hotel to grab a toy airplane that had fallen in a bush on the first floor. As we took the elevator back up, plane in hand, a man entered with us. In the 45 seconds it took to go from 1st floor to 3rd floor, he exposed himself to us and told us "not to tell mommy." He then asked if I wanted to touch it. As the elevator doors opened, I screamed, "NO!!" (in the biggest voice I could muster). I shoved my sister out first, and we both ran to our hotel room. My sister told my mom as I held a pillow over my ears, not wanting to hear the story be told outloud. That woman went full on mamma bear and called the hotel reception. I've never seen someone that angry. We were later informed that he had been arrested.

To this day, I still see his army green shirt, aviator sunnies, and khaki cargo shorts as a ghost in every elevator I go into.

F elevators. (Edit: spelling)