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So, I just got the 0550 back from ZT yesterday. Of course, I wanted to use it, so it replaced the Knockout in my pocket for work. The Knockout is epic, by the way. SO happy with it. Anyway, as is my luck, I got stuck in one of the elevators at work just as I got in this morning. I work in midtown Manhattan, and this particular elevator brings me to the 16th floor of a 38 story building. I should preface the rest of the anecdote with the assertion that I'm not exactly a wuss, but I'm not one of the "Ermahgerd I can withstand the collapse of society!" people either. I'm more or less a manly guy, but with the slight defect of claustrophobia. Subways, buses, recording studios (my other line of work in more ways than one), all fine. I deal with the smaller parts of my life by reading or with music.
The elevator stops on my floor (more or less), it's about 8:30am, and I'm groggy. I don't realize that the door isn't opening, and it takes a minute for me to start pressing the button. Nothing happens, and I swallow the tiny panic feeling while pressing the call button. A nice guy comes on the speaker and asks me where I am, if I'm alright, or hurt, etc. He asks if I can call the maintenance staff of the building, but I can't, since I have no cell reception in that elevator bank until I'm at least 5 feet out the door (thanks Verizon, and your 4G...). He tells me help will be on the way and to sit tight. I'm there for exactly 22 minutes before I can't hold back the panic, and I royally start to freak. I can't control my breathing, my heart feels like it's palpitating, and I'm sweating like crazy.
Of course, I wasn't thinking straight anymore, and try to pry the door open a bit with my Leatherman since I start to feel like I can't breathe. No dice. I pull out the 0550, and shove it between the doors, and start wiggling. The tiny amount of movement in the doors gave me hope, and I pushed the handle to the right as hard as I can. The doors open about an inch and I hear a snap. I thought I broke something in the doors, but I could see the floor so I shoved a hand in, dropped the knife and pulled the doors a bit more open. They stuck open at about a foot and a half. I felt immediately relieved, so I picked up my knife and squeezed out. I immediately pulled out my phone, called the lobby and told them what happened. They came up, shut down the elevator, and I went to the office.
Yeah, it was impulsive and not very wise, but I panicked. I rarely am forced to deal with my claustrophobia, and this time I'm just glad that I was able to get out of it on my own. No, my life wasn't in danger (save for the possibility of a panic attack leading to arrhythmia), and I didn't save anyone. Nothing heroic here, sorry... Just a scared city boy that pried his way out of an elevator with a great tool.
So, thanks to ZT for making it, thanks to Steven at ZT for fixing it and sending it back, and thanks to ZT/Rick Hinderer for making a knife that I liked enough to buy and carry (as well as one strong enough to not totally snap in half). I called Steven at ZT today, briefly told him what had happened, and asked if they could replace the blade or something. I didn't, and don't, expect much, or anything, and figured it was worth asking. I'd be fine buying another one, and keeping this around at a token. However he mentioned that they might just be able to replace the blade, even for a cost, which I'm happy to pay if that turns out to be an option.
ZT, you're an amazing company. Thanks, seriously.
The elevator stops on my floor (more or less), it's about 8:30am, and I'm groggy. I don't realize that the door isn't opening, and it takes a minute for me to start pressing the button. Nothing happens, and I swallow the tiny panic feeling while pressing the call button. A nice guy comes on the speaker and asks me where I am, if I'm alright, or hurt, etc. He asks if I can call the maintenance staff of the building, but I can't, since I have no cell reception in that elevator bank until I'm at least 5 feet out the door (thanks Verizon, and your 4G...). He tells me help will be on the way and to sit tight. I'm there for exactly 22 minutes before I can't hold back the panic, and I royally start to freak. I can't control my breathing, my heart feels like it's palpitating, and I'm sweating like crazy.
Of course, I wasn't thinking straight anymore, and try to pry the door open a bit with my Leatherman since I start to feel like I can't breathe. No dice. I pull out the 0550, and shove it between the doors, and start wiggling. The tiny amount of movement in the doors gave me hope, and I pushed the handle to the right as hard as I can. The doors open about an inch and I hear a snap. I thought I broke something in the doors, but I could see the floor so I shoved a hand in, dropped the knife and pulled the doors a bit more open. They stuck open at about a foot and a half. I felt immediately relieved, so I picked up my knife and squeezed out. I immediately pulled out my phone, called the lobby and told them what happened. They came up, shut down the elevator, and I went to the office.
Yeah, it was impulsive and not very wise, but I panicked. I rarely am forced to deal with my claustrophobia, and this time I'm just glad that I was able to get out of it on my own. No, my life wasn't in danger (save for the possibility of a panic attack leading to arrhythmia), and I didn't save anyone. Nothing heroic here, sorry... Just a scared city boy that pried his way out of an elevator with a great tool.
So, thanks to ZT for making it, thanks to Steven at ZT for fixing it and sending it back, and thanks to ZT/Rick Hinderer for making a knife that I liked enough to buy and carry (as well as one strong enough to not totally snap in half). I called Steven at ZT today, briefly told him what had happened, and asked if they could replace the blade or something. I didn't, and don't, expect much, or anything, and figured it was worth asking. I'd be fine buying another one, and keeping this around at a token. However he mentioned that they might just be able to replace the blade, even for a cost, which I'm happy to pay if that turns out to be an option.
ZT, you're an amazing company. Thanks, seriously.