Do you ever have one of those days when you just want to ride the elevator alone but just as the doors are closing someone sticks their arm in, causing the doors to re-open so they can join you? And then you furiously jab the “Door Close” button even though we all know it doesn’t really do anything. Then the doors finally close after an interminable wait of, I don’t know, five or six million nanoseconds, and then you furiously jab the button for your floor to make the elevator go faster even though we all know that’s even less useful than the “Door Close” button.
And because that’s even less useful you get frustrated and start pounding on the button with your fist and then you take out a hammer and smash it and then you break the tiny little pieces and the alarm goes off and the elevator stops and you start jumping up and down. Then the cable snaps and the elevator goes into free-fall and you keep jumping so that you’re actually manage that trick of being the air when the elevator hits the ground and, hey, you got to where you were going five or six nanoseconds faster because the elevator went right past the other person’s floor.
Or it could be one of those days when I think it’s funny to press all the buttons in the elevator and then someone else gets on and I feel awkward.