A good Lark
What had happened was, several years ago, whilst Mrs B was going up in an elevator, a young boy in his twenties thought it would be a good lark to jump up and down and make the whole thing bounce up and down, much to his supposed hilarity of the event.
However, Mrs B was not of the same disposition, and the episode frightened her immensely, undoubtedly adding to the amusement of the youth. It’s not hard to imagine the scene. A young guy laughing hysterically, boisterously leaping around, whilst a blond middle aged woman, of a normally mild and shy disposition, who I know as having a wry smile and perhaps a slightly mischievous sense of humour, was left screaming, clutching the handrail and pleading with him to stop.