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  • The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the One Time I Broke Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the One Time I Broke Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the One Time I Broke Them All)

    We’ve all been there. Packed in a metal box, hurtling upwards at an alarming speed, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with strangers. Yes, my friends, I’m talking about the wondrous social experiment that is the elevator.

    The Day the Elevator Music Died (and It Was My Fault)

    Now, I consider myself a fairly well-adjusted member of society. I hold doors open for people, I say please and thank you, and I even recycle (most of the time). But there’s something about elevators that turns me into a bumbling mess of social awkwardness.

    Take, for example, the time I single-handedly managed to break every unspoken rule of elevator etiquette. It all started innocently enough. I stepped into the elevator, joining a businessman furiously typing on his phone and a woman with a shopping bag that looked suspiciously like it contained a small dog (or maybe just a very fluffy loaf of bread, I wasn’t about to stare).

    I gave a polite nod – the universal elevator greeting – and turned to face the doors, just like the rulebook says. But then it happened. My stomach, in all its infinite wisdom, chose that precise moment to unleash a growl so loud and ferocious, it could have rivaled a bear waking up from hibernation.

    The Sound of Silence (and Intense Secondhand Embarrassment)

    The typing stopped. The shopping bag twitched. I swear I even heard the elevator music stutter for a second. The silence was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of my stomach continuing its symphony of digestion.

    I wanted the ground to swallow me whole. Instead, I did what any reasonable person in my position would do: I pretended it wasn’t me. I subtly shifted my weight, hoping to transfer the blame to the man with the phone. He, of course, was far too engrossed in his emails to notice my plight. The woman with the bag, however, was now giving me the side-eye, her face a mixture of amusement and suspicion.

    Escaping the Iron (and Judgmental) Box

    The next few floors couldn’t pass quickly enough. Each ding of the bell was like a tiny hammer tapping on my coffin of shame. Finally, mercifully, we reached my floor. I practically leaped out of the elevator, muttering a hasty “Have a nice day!” over my shoulder.

    As the doors closed behind me, I could have sworn I heard stifled laughter. I slunk down the hallway, vowing to never make eye contact with anyone in an elevator ever again.

    What Other Elevator Etiquette Rules Are There?

    My disastrous elevator experience taught me a valuable lesson: some unspoken rules are best left unbroken. But it also got me thinking, what are some other universally acknowledged (yet rarely spoken) rules of elevator etiquette? And have you ever had an experience where you accidentally (or spectacularly) broke them? Share your stories in the comments below – I promise mine can’t be topped!

  • The Unspoken Rules of Being a Public Transit Passenger

    The Unspoken Rules of Being a Public Transit Passenger



    My Public Transit Initiation: A Crash Course in Subway Etiquette

    I’ll never forget my first solo ride on the subway. Fresh out of high school, armed with a brand new MetroCard, and a map I swore I understood, I confidently descended into the urban underworld. Little did I know, I was about to get a crash course in the unspoken rules of public transit etiquette.

    backpack and accidentally elbowing someone in the face (sorry again!), I finally found a seat. Relief washed over me… until I realized I was practically sitting on the lap of the person next to me. It was then I learned the delicate art of the “subway spread” – a skill that takes years to master.

    Public Transit Etiquette: Mastering the Art of the Invisible Wall

    Speaking of personal space, let’s talk about the “invisible wall.” We all know it’s there. That invisible barrier we erect around ourselves on crowded buses and trains. It’s a delicate dance, really. You want to be close enough to maximize space efficiency, but not too close that you’re invading someone’s personal bubble. And heaven forbid you make eye contact. That’s a surefire way to break the unspoken code.

    Once, on a particularly packed commuter train, I witnessed a rookie mistake. A man, clearly new to the public transit game, sat down next to a woman and proceeded to strike up a conversation. Not just any conversation, mind you, but a full-blown interrogation about her life story, complete with animated hand gestures that nearly took out my left eye. The look on the woman’s face was priceless – a mix of horror, amusement, and a desperate longing for noise-canceling headphones.

    Backpack Etiquette on Public Transit: To Carry or Not to Carry?

    Ah, the backpack. The bane of many a commuter’s existence. We’ve all been there – stuck behind someone who seems oblivious to the fact that their oversized backpack is taking up the space of three people. Here’s a pro-tip, folks: when you’re on a crowded train or bus, take your backpack off and hold it in front of you. Your fellow passengers will thank you.

    One time, I was on a bus so crowded that people were practically hanging from the rafters. And there he was, Mr. Oblivious, with his gigantic backpack swinging from his shoulders like a wrecking ball. People were getting knocked left and right. Finally, a brave soul (bless her heart) tapped him on the shoulder and politely asked him to remove his backpack. His response? “But it’s heavy!” The collective groan from the passengers was almost audible.