Now that I think about it - I love small spaces. So private and quiet.
I have headed for bathroom stalls when I needed a moment away from some very public place.
We have an iffy elevator at the library. It has trapped people in it about 5 times since we opened a year ago - some were in there for 2 hours. Sometimes when I'm taking the elevator and it seems to take extra long for the doors to open, the thought crosses my mind that I might be stuck....and my gut reaction is always excitement. Kind of like being on a ride that goes 101.
Yeah, I'm weird.