Going Up?
It had been another long day at the offices of BoldOpinion.com. After putting the finishing touches on another Pulitzer quality article, I grabbed my attaché case and slowly dragged my feet towards the bank of elevators. I let out a heavy sigh as I pushed the elevator call button. What a day! Who would have thought that typing out award winning articles all day long could take so much out of a man. Whew! I was glad to be heading home. As the elevator doors opened I was able to squeeze myself into one of the few available spaces left. As per usual, I focused my attention on the ceiling for the duration of my journey to the parking lot. But as we stopped on the 22nd floor one last passenger was able to barely squeeze himself into our elevator. Instead of rotating his body towards the door he positioned himself face to face with yours truly. His odor was not extremely pleasant and he was eating what appeared to be some kind of onion sandwich. With each gigantic bite he took, the mysterious juices from this sandwich would spray into my face. I knew that this situation could not get any worse until this gentleman looked me straight in the eye and said, "Hey buddy, you wanna take a look at my appendix scar?" When the elevator finally reached the basement I literally leaped between the slowly opening doors and sprinted for my car. As I fumbled for my car keys I could only think about the previous situation. "Doesn't he know the rules? Everyone knows the elevator rules! It's common knowledge…it's…" and that's when it hit me. If that gentleman didn't know the rules, there could possibly be others. My quest was clear. A beacon of light suddenly shone over me in that underground parking lot, inexplicable dramatic music began playing and I raised my hands to the ceiling and screamed, "Thank God I'm a world-renowned web columnist!"

Behaviour In The Elevator - A Comprehensive Analysis


Eye Contact - When initially entering the confines of the elevator environment it is your job to place yourself in the most innocuous position available in said elevator. Do not make eye contact with any of the other passengers. If you have trouble deciding where to focus your vision try examining your surroundings. Your shoes for example, when was the last time you took a good look at your shoes? The elevator is a perfect time for this careful reflection. The ceiling or the floor tiles are also good areas for meticulous observation. My favourite is the legal document that is bolted to the wall of the elevator. "Elevator can safely hold 12 passengers. Lets see…one…two…three…all right we're in good shape. No problem reaching my destination. I feel the warm glow of safety washing over me…ahhh…feels pretty good."

Holding The Door - I would like to think we're all civilized human beings, but sometimes I question the road humanity is traveling towards on the rare occasion I'm racing to catch the elevator. I can't count the amount of times I've been mere steps from the closing doors, catching the cold dead eyes of the single passenger who can't make the Herculean effort of pushing the evasive "door open" button. How much time are we saving by not showing a little politeness and being gracious enough to let a wayward passenger access to the upper floors? Let love rule people, let love rule.

Conversation - Unless you have a direct relationship with the other passenger, no conversation should ever take place. No "Hey nice weather we're havin'" or "Have you been following the efforts of our local sports franchise? Man do they suck." It is a fruitless effort. The conversation can only result in conversation tangent that will be lost for the ages.

"Thank God it's Friday."
"Oh tell me about it, my girlfriends and I are going to drink a lot of wine, get some massage oil and…oh here's my floor…have a good weekend!"
"Wait come back! I need closure! Please…come…back…"

Love In An Elevator - Passion is a mistress that cannot be denied. I can't count the number of times I've traveled the many floors to my luxurious penthouse apartment with a lovely lady by my side. The elevator is empty except for myself and my woman. The muzak is playing a romantic little ditty, I look into her eyes and my romantic stirrings cannot be contained. A passionate embrace is inevitable as well as various other carnal advances begin to take place. But it should be noted; you can only go so far. Remember your destination. You are heading to a place where all your dreams of romantic conquest can be comfortably fulfilled. Don't let the smell of a freshly waxed elevator cloud your judgement. Bide your time, the fresh scent of Lemon Pledge be damned! Besides, the last thing you need is your 85-year-old neighbour catching you with your hand up the skirt of the future Mrs.World-Renowed Web Columnist. Yowza!

Button Pushing - One time. Listen to these two simple words people. One time! I don't care how many times you push that button, that elevator ain't comin' down any faster. What exactly is the motivation behind this fruitless effort? Do you think that the electronic brain that controls the elevator is thinking, "Holy smokes! That guy's pushed the button over ten times already, I'd better get my gears a-movin'!" It's not gonna happen. Push once and put that finger back into its holster cowboy.

The elevator. Such a simple time saving device, yet so many complicated rules. Learn these rules dear BoldOpinionites. Read them, learn them well and maybe one day we all will be able to focus our efforts onto more important matters like world peace and global warming. Remember, with a concentrated effort the elevator can be the best friend you've ever had.

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