There’s a phenomenon that occurs when elevator doors
shut that causes personalities to change.
For example, seemingly ordinary people turn into comedians,
cracking jokes and forcing laughs from his captive audience. He, or she, to be
fair, say things like, “Guess this isn't the express? At least we’re in good
company! Yuk, yuk!” and “Are you working hard today or hardly working?” and, of
course, the “Is it hot/cold enough for ya?”
Sadly, there’s no off switch for these people. No
amount of looking at one’s cell phone or shoes or folding one’s arms in a
leave-me-the-hell-alone stance can make them stop. In fact, the more you ignore
them, the harder they try. Conversely, the worse the jokes get.
The second type of person is perhaps the most disturbing.
I hesitate to mention it, but since it’s the most annoying, I will. Ladies, see
if you agree with me. Certain men think that because a woman is standing next
to them in the elevator that she wants to be there. They truly believe that she
thinks what you have to say is amazing; thereby, they seize the moment to treat
it as if they’d just walked up to you in a bar.
“So, how you doin’?” they’ll ask, as they try to lean
coolly against the wall.
To which, I’ll reply “fine” without looking up from
my phone.
“Havin’ a good morning so far?”
“Pretty good,” I will unenthusiastically say,
glancing up to see a grinning face, before quickly looking down.
“I’m glad you are having a good morning,” he’ll say
and continue to stare outright while I ignore him completely and pray the next
stop will be his. If God is in a good mood, it is, and as he steps off, he will
say, “Hope you keep on having a good day!”
At which point, I’m in such a foul mood from his
speed dating attempt that my day is a long way from being good, especially
since it’s only 8 a.m.
The third type is the person who is clearly
terrified to be in there – claustrophobic, crying out at the slightest shake
and on the verge of screaming “We’re all going to die!” when the elevator door doesn't open right away. I’m actually OK with these people.
Of the three, I would prefer to be trapped with this
person. I’m not claustrophobic and think that I would be able to calmly wait
until the paramedics arrive should the elevator break down; however, were I
trapped with personality type number one or two, I would quickly morph into number
three. And, were I stuck in the elevator with number one AND two, I would run
in place, do jumping jacks and probably a set of burpees or two.
Why?
Because next time, I will definitely be taking the
stairs.
