Simpler reason: To avoid awkward stares at others, in a confined space?
I wonder if this was before, or after, she went through the building ringing doorbells and running? No doubt she voted for Obama.
Generally, I’ll either stare directly at the eyes of the other person or share an embarrassing personal story.
why does the link go to a smiley gif?
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http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/05/ftf-mastripieri/
why does the link go to a smiley gif?
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http://www.wired.com/wiredscience/2009/05/ftf-mastripieri/
Interesting article. As someone who has worked in tall buildings for some years, I strongly disagree with the notion that people act out of "fear" when they are in close proximity to others like this.
I think the single biggest reason why people act disinterested and detached in an elevator is that we don't like being in close proximity to others unless it is on "our own terms." In other words, we act the same way in an elevator that we do while walking down a corridor in a shopping mall. We ignore the people around us and pretend they don't exist because we simply don't know them . . . and their presence has nothing to do with what we're shopping for.
For some evidence of this, just get on an elevator in a building where one tenant occupies the entire building. People will usually act much different in this kind of situation. Even if they get on an elevator with someone they don't know, they're far more likely to engage them in random conversation during the elevator ride -- because they know up front that they have something in common.
sorry, dbl posted.
Or we are just preoccupied somewhat with our own matters, and don’t really want to talk to strangers or stare at them.
There’s not much places to stare at in the first place..
pile of assumptive psychobabble bull.
A does X
B does X
B doing X doesn’t necesarily come as a result of A doing X, it’s because both desire the same result that occurs after doing X.
>Once, on the way up to my apartment, I met an old lady who got in the elevator on the second floor, pressed all the buttons from the third through the 22nd floor, and got out on the third floor with a grin on her face.
The best part of the article... and, coincidentally, the most verifiable.
"Everybody's been real nice."
“If there are two people in an elevator, and one of them farts - everybody knows who did it!” - George Carlin
I guess I’m an anomaly: I never look at the elevator floor.
Fun with elevators I have done.
When entering a crowded elevator instead of turning around to look at the door, stand with back against door and look at crowd.
Stand in back corner, moan, bang head against the wall saying “must stop the music”. Crowded elevator gets empty fast.
Get on elevator and stand and stare at the back wall like it’s a door. The less people on the elevator the more chance of the other person also staring at the back wall. Works even better if other people are in on it and back wallers outnumber front doorers.
When on a long trip going up jump when the elevator stops at the top. When going down lift arms in the air like on a roller coaster. Shout WHHEEEEEE! in both directions.
Sniff the air and step away from everyone else. Even if there is no offending scents. People will tend to make up an offending scent even if one doesn’t exist.
The fact is, if there’s a mirrored ceiling, it’s sometimes possible to look down into some cleavage. Or check my own bald spot.
Because nobody wants to take credit for that weapons-grade flatulence attack.