I live on the 9th floor, that is, I am forced to ride in the lift every day, for 30 seconds to look at the polluted floor... Вонища... Then I come to work and put my damaged mood on my colleagues.
In short, enough is enough! He opened the machine room and put an elevator between the 1st and 2nd floors to get to the floor of the elevator. Then he opened two holes and inserted two sticks - there was a sensor. As soon as the link wet the sensor, it immediately twists, thpiggep and peele closes the contacts of the “stop” button.
All of. The client begins to knock on the door, the neighbors call me, I lift up the elevator to my floor, open it and go straight into the corner compartment (I weigh 95 kg and almost no one else thought it). Now we have the cleanest elevator in the district, the most important thing - the mechanism is not known to anyone. No one even sees two small screw hats near the plinth. Neighbors think of me as a clairvoyant, because they know for sure: if I came out of the squat with the cut of the pipe, then someone in the elevator will definitely have to struggle.