I was on an elevator yesterday and I was all alone. I was standing very near the buttons because...well...I just pushed one, and seeing as how I was alone in the elevator I felt it was wasted energy to move away from that spot. Right as the doors began to close a small middle aged man slipped into the lift (I thought it was fun to call it a "lift"). He announces "I MADE IT!" to the elevator...which only contains me, and the squeezes himself in between me and the button panel so he can push his own button. I immediately move to the other side of the elevator, taking several steps back to indicate the appropriate distance I want between me and the little man. The elevator is large and there are only two of us. I have given up the prime spot right near the buttons and feel okay as we are setting in for our three story ride. The man then moves from the button panel to my side of the elevator. MY SIDE. And he stands really close. Like totally personal space close. Like I hardly need to raise an arm to touch him close. I don't want to be rude, but I take a step forward. And so does he. The doors open and I bolt. Creepy elevator-personal-space-invader.
The day before my older sister and I were on the elevator and a woman gets on. The doors aren't even closed and she goes into this story about her daughter getting stuck in an elevator. How they had to open the doors with her between floors and how she had to jump. I wonder if she tells this story to everyone who she rides on an elevator with. She acted like she just couldn't WAIT to tell us about the elevator horror story.
Elevators bring out weird sides of people. Maybe I will take the stairs a little more often. But probably not. I am awfully lazy. People just need to learn some elevator etiquette. Don't stand too close, don't talk about stories of elevators breaking or crashing. Just stand there quietly for the 30 second ride. It really should be as simple as that.