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  • The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and Why I Break Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and Why I Break Them All)





    My Hilarious Elevator Etiquette Fails

    Let’s be honest, elevators are weird. They’re these metal boxes of forced intimacy hurtling us through the air, all while we pretend we’re not crammed together like sardines on a budget airline. And the unspoken rules? Don’t even get me started.

    I vividly recall my first “elevator etiquette fail.” Fresh out of college and eager to impress at my new job, I stepped into the elevator, brimming with nervous energy. An older gentleman joined me. Silence. More silence. Then, a desperate attempt at conversation on my part that went down like a lead balloon. From that day forward, I was determined to crack the code of elevator etiquette, only to realize…it’s all a bit ridiculous.

    The Art of (Not) Pushing Elevator Buttons

    Rule number one of Elevator Club: Thou shalt master the art of the button. You know the drill. Someone timidly murmurs, “Floor 12, please?” and suddenly, you’re the designated button pusher, responsible for the hopes and dreams (and timely arrival) of everyone onboard.

    But here’s where I break the mold. I’m a firm believer in what I call “the preemptive strike.” The moment I step inside, I unleash a friendly, “Anyone need this one?” while hovering over a random button. The result? People are either highly amused or slightly terrified. Either way, it’s a win in my book.

  • The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the People Who Break Them)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the People Who Break Them)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (And How Not to Break Them)

    We all know the feeling. That awkward, silent ride with that person breaking all the unspoken rules of elevator etiquette. Let’s laugh about it (and maybe learn a thing or two).

    My Personal Elevator Nightmare

    The other day, I crammed myself into a packed elevator, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with the sea of briefcases and handbags. You know the drill, the classic “pretend to be fascinated by your phone” maneuver. Suddenly, a wave of potent perfume, smelling vaguely of a grandma’s potpourri drawer, washed over me. I dared a glance and saw him: a man, practically bathing in a vat of cologne, completely oblivious to the olfactory distress he was causing.

    This, my friends, is a prime example of the unspoken rules of elevator etiquette gone wrong. We’ve all been there. We’ve all silently judged (and maybe even been the ones judged). So, let’s unpack (pun intended, you’ll see why) the unwritten code of conduct for the modern elevator journey.

    Rule #1: Thou Shalt Not Be a “Close Talker”

    Let’s be real, elevators are basically metal boxes hurtling us through the air at questionable speeds. Personal space is already at a premium. So, when someone insists on standing uncomfortably close, breathing down your neck, it’s just not cool.

    Pro-tip: Maintain a healthy bubble. Imagine you’re carrying an invisible beach ball around you – nobody wants their beach ball popped!

    Rule #2: Silence is Golden, But So is Common Courtesy

    Look, we get it. Elevators can be awkward. That silence, punctuated only by the soft ding of passing floors, can feel deafening. But that doesn’t mean you should subject your fellow passengers to your life story, a loud phone conversation, or worse – your questionable taste in music.

    The exception to the rule: A simple “good morning” or a polite nod goes a long way. And hey, if someone’s struggling with a heavy package, offer a helping hand!

    Rule #3: Your Lunch Doesn’t Need a Ride

    You know that delicious, garlicky Pad Thai you had for lunch? Yeah, your fellow elevator passengers can smell it too. And while we’re on the topic of smells, let’s address the elephant (or rather, the gym bag) in the room.

    Golden rule of thumb: Keep strong scents contained. That goes for pungent food, excessive perfume, and yes, even your sweaty gym clothes. Nobody wants to experience your workout on the way to the 10th floor.

    Are We All Just Trapped in a Metal Box of Social Anxiety?

    Elevator etiquette really boils down to one thing: being mindful of others. We’re all just trying to get where we’re going, one awkward, silent ride at a time. So, let’s make the journey a little less painful by following these unspoken rules. Or at least, let’s have a good laugh about it later.

    What are your biggest elevator etiquette pet peeves? Share your hilarious (or horrifying) stories in the comments below!

  • The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and Why I Break Them All)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and Why I Break Them All)



    My Personal Elevator Everest

    Let’s be honest, elevators are weird. They’re these metal boxes that transport us through the bowels of buildings, crammed with strangers we avoid eye contact with at all costs. And yet, there’s this invisible rulebook we’re all apparently handed at birth dictating how to navigate this 30-second journey without causing a social faux pas.

    Take, for instance, my latest elevator adventure. Picture this: I’m running late for a meeting (shocker, I know), coffee sloshing precariously in hand. I make it just as the doors are closing, flinging myself in with a breathless, “Hold the door!” Everyone stares. My triumphant grin falters. The weight of their judgment (or maybe it was just the awkward silence) felt heavier than my overflowing inbox.

    elevator etiquette violation. And you know what? I’m okay with that.

    The Silent Treatment: An Elevator Etiquette Faux Pas?

    Rule number one of Elevator Club: Thou shalt not speak. Apparently, engaging in conversation within the confines of an elevator is a social sin worthy of banishment to the basement (which, ironically, is where the elevator would probably take you anyway).

    Listen, I get it. We’re all tired, rushing to important meetings, or just trying to mentally prepare for whatever fresh hell awaits on the next floor. But can we at least acknowledge each other’s existence with a polite nod or a “Good morning”? Anything but the deafening silence that currently reigns supreme.

    Elevator Button Etiquette: To Press or Not to Press?

    Ah, the age-old question: Do you press the button for someone else, even if it means stretching your arm across their personal space bubble? Or do you just stand there awkwardly while they struggle to reach?

    Here’s my take: if you see someone struggling, offer to help! It’s a simple act of kindness that won’t result in you spontaneously combusting (probably). And if someone offers to press the button for you, accept their chivalry with grace. Unless they’re pressing all the buttons. Then run.

  • The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the People Who Break Them)

    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (and the People Who Break Them)




    The Unspoken Rules of Elevator Etiquette (And How to Avoid Breaking Them)


    My Personal Elevator From Hell

    We’ve all been there. Packed into a metal box hurtling through the floors of an office building, desperately trying to avoid eye contact with strangers. Yes, I’m talking about the dreaded elevator ride.

    Just the other day, I found myself in an elevator situation so awkward, it could only be described as a scene straight out of “The Twilight Zone.” Picture this: I’m squished between a guy loudly discussing his fantasy football league on speakerphone and a woman who seems to think her perfume is a superpower.

    elevator ground to a halt between floors. The speakerphone dude’s triumphant roar (“Yes! Touchdown, baby!”) was cut short, and even the perfume lady seemed fazed. We were trapped.

    This experience got me thinking about the unspoken rules of elevator etiquette, those subtle social contracts we make to survive these short, strange journeys together. So, for the sake of humanity, let’s break them down, shall we?

    Rule #1: Respect the Elevator Bubble

    Personal space. We all crave it, especially in the confines of an elevator. Yet, some people seem to forget the concept of a personal bubble the second those elevator doors slide shut. They stand too close, their backpack smacks you in the face, their loud conversation invades your thoughts.

    Remember folks, an elevator is not your personal phone booth or karaoke stage. It’s a shared space, so let’s try to maintain a respectful distance and keep the volume down.

    Rule #2: The Elevator Button: A Sacred Duty

    Ah, the button pusher. The designated hero of the elevator ride, responsible for ensuring everyone reaches their desired floor. This is a position of power, not to be taken lightly.

    Don’t be the person who frantically presses the already-lit button for their floor. Don’t be the person who tries to squeeze past everyone else to reach a button when someone closer could easily do it. And for the love of all that is holy, do not, I repeat, DO NOT hold the elevator door for your buddy who’s running late while everyone else watches in silent agony.

  • Why I’ll Never Again Ignore the ‘Close Door’ Button on an Elevator (and the Awkward Encounter That Ensued)

    Why I’ll Never Again Ignore the ‘Close Door’ Button on an Elevator (and the Awkward Encounter That Ensued)



    We’ve all been there. Trapped in an elevator, silently willing the doors to close faster. But me? I’m usually the one patiently waiting, a picture of politeness, as someone scrambles towards the closing doors. “Hold the elevator!” they shout breathlessly. And like a chump, I smile and oblige.

    The Day My Elevator Etiquette Backfired

    This all changed last Tuesday, thanks to an encounter that can only be described as “peak awkward.” Picture this:

    I’m in my office building’s elevator, heading to a meeting on the 10th floor. It’s just me and my reflection, momentarily enjoying the peace and quiet. The doors begin their slow, graceful close when suddenly… BAM! A hand shoots through the shrinking gap, stopping the doors in their tracks. Relief floods over the mystery person’s face as they squeeze through.

    Elevator Nightmare

    “Thank goodness!” the newcomer exclaims, slightly out of breath. I offer a polite smile, secretly hoping they’re going to the 9th or 11th floor. No such luck.

    This is where things take a turn for the weird. The person is carrying not one, not two, but THREE enormous gift baskets. We’re talking overflowing-with-goodies, decorated-within-an-inch-of-their-lives kind of baskets.