Elevator Etiquette (Part three)

I believe I may have developed the worst “etiquette” of all. I have gotten into the habit of not only NOT pressing the button to open the doors if I see someone approaching, but pretending that I tried to continue the illusion that I’m really quite a nice guy. Only yesterday, whilst visiting my mum, who is still in hospital awaiting transfer to the UK to have her herniated disc removed, Siobhan and I got into the lift, pressed “2″, and at that point, I saw this family of 3 or 4 come through the doors into the elevator lobby… I reached for the <|> button, and watched as the group waited for the doors to stop closing and let them in. Alas, they didn’t, and the family would have to wait. I thought I may have gotten away with my callous act, but quick as a flash, Shiv had noticed. “You didn’t even press that!”… I know, as I said in my first Elevator Etiquette post… I am a bastard, and I will be reincarnated as a merekat:

Originally posted at: Andrew Blackburn dot Co dot Uk.