An elevator can be a very awkward space to be in. I mean for at least 30 seconds you are trapped in a tiny box with only one way in and one way out. Sometimes when I’m in an elevator with other people I’m confused as to how I should act. Are there certain rules to riding an elevator with a stranger? Should you speak or make eye contact? Should you press your own floor button or say, “Could you press 8 please? Thank you.” If you ride the elevator with someone more than once a day do you have to speak every time you see them? These are just a few questions that come to mind. Personally I never know what to do in an elevator with a stranger. I often look at my phone pretending to look for a number or text someone. Other times I just stare at numbers of each floor that we pass, praying that the other person doesn’t talk to me. It’s not that I don’t like people, but an elevator is a pretty small space to be in with someone you know nothing about. Or I envision recreating a steamy Grey’s Anatomy elevator make out session with a Dr. Avery look a like. However, when I am alone in an elevator I tend to sing or dance or both. I take it as an opportunity to do something incredibly stupid and that will only live within the four small walls of that elevator.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013
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