Elevator etiquette fails
For most people, riding the elevator is an intuitive task. But how about for the guy who seems kind of confused when he steps on the elevator and winds up clumsily standing face-to-face to you? Before you can identify his morning coffee fix on his breath, he tries to shuffle away from this accidental attack on your personal space only to fail – miserably.
Unless you have a legitimate reason, like a broken leg or an armload of stuff, do you really need to use the elevator to go up or down one floor? I mean, it’s only 16 steps. How else do office dwellers expect to rack up the recommended daily allowance of 10,000 steps?
Don’t let hunger get the best of you on the elevator. It’s okay to sneak a tater tot here and there, but forks should most definitely not be flying. Please, for the love of your co-workers in a confined space, just wait until you reach your final floor destination to chow down.
There are very few things in life that can’t wait the 30 whole seconds it takes to travel to your office floor. Your co-workers really don’t need to know the details of your latest doctor’s appointment or what you snagged on sale at Nordstrom. They just don’t – and chances are, they don’t care. Save your noisy cell phone call for the ground floor café or keep it zipped until you’ve reached the quiet containment of your cubicle.
Why press one button on the elevator when you can press all of the buttons? Let’s hear it for instant gratification! The only problem with this stop-and-go for floors on end scenario is when the offender is a grown woman in pumps and a pencil skirt and not a 6-year old.
Is it really worth risking your life by sticking your limbs into closing elevator doors? Some seemingly time-crunched co-workers lead me to believe so. Unless you’re a big fan of blood or severed body parts, spare your peers the potential mess of a freak elevator accident. I’ve seen headlines; it’s not pretty.
Hint: If people are coughing or sneezing around you in the elevator, you’re wearing way too much fragrance. Not everyone wants to bask in your Marc Jacobs perfume. Ditto for silent-but-deadly elevator farts. Just don’t.
Elevators post capacity guidelines for a reason. Just because it looks like the elevator carriage can accommodate one more person, doesn’t mean you should make fellow passengers squish together like sardines. It’s the equivalent of playing human Jenga and that’s not a fun game.
You know the scenario. The elevator button has been pressed and co-workers start to group in an orderly fashion waiting for the doors to slide open. It all seems so civilized until someone jumps the line and hops in the elevator – cutting off everyone who patiently waited. Despite what you may think, it’s not a race to the office. Don’t be rude - wait for the next elevator.
Even for the most directionally challenged, it’s not rocket science to know which way the elevator is headed. The illuminated up and down arrows kind of give it away. Nevertheless, there’s always that one person who steps on the elevator and wants to go the opposite direction. It’s headed down, they push “up.” And when it doesn’t do what they want, it holds the entire elevator up. Sigh.