random rants on a thursday afternoon
i hate it when guys try to be nice and they hold the door open for you when you’re still like fifty feet away and then look you in the eye so that he knows that you know that he's holding it for you and then you have to run/walk in order to get to the door fast enough to accept the polite gesture without seeming like a meandering bitch. damn chivalry.there must be some kind of unspoken new york elevator code of conduct that i don't know about. when people get on, they immediately assume the 4 corner position. if a 5th and 6th person gets on, they would stand somewhere in the middle, equidistant from the other passengers almost to a geometric preciseness. is it because we as americans value personal space as a high priority in potentially claustrophobic situations? or is it more of a subconscious physics issue employing the logic of balance for just in case the cables should snap and the relatively equal spread of weight would somehow prevent the car from plummeting 30 floors.
another thing: why do people turn around and face the front? when we park our cars we don't back it in so that we could peel out forwards. so why not face the back of the elevator? is it because we are so self-conscious that we must see everyone who gets on and off before our own departure? perhaps the our time spent in elevators is really a metaphor for life - people come and go and we make it a point to notice their presence but in the end, barring some serious situation (i.e. do you want to get off at 7 and grab some ice cream? ok!), our destination remains the same.
ha. i hope you didn't believe a word of that. (it's the 5 o'clock bullshit hour)
posted by erica @ 5:03 PM
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