Not so. I tried that once and she got really upset.
If I’m on an elevator with men, I try to insult the local sports team as loudly as I can. If my company on the vertical bus is female, I grope them. If mixed company, I grope the women and blame it on one of the other men.
I’ll bet this guy’s eggs try to jump off the plate every morning.
“One morning when I was living on the 20th floor of a high-rise building I rode the elevator with a middle-aged man who seemed to be particularly intimidated by my presence.
As I stepped in, he smiled nervously and started talking immediately. He talked nonstop and managed to give me his entire medical history, complete with symptoms, diagnoses and treatments, before we reached the ground floor. I doubt that this man expected to receive medical advice from me. Rather, he was clearly an insecure and emotionally vulnerable person who used massive verbal grooming to appease a perceived potential aggressor in a risky situation.”
The female Homo Sapien is also known to do this to the male of the species, often times at the onset of a divorce but also within the marriage itself, albeit in a symbolic way.
Source of elevator urine found in Detroit (Houston Chronicle May 28, 2009)
The article doesn’t mention the bizarre ritual spacing and rearrangement in elevators.
1 person: back center.
2 people: each moves to back corner.
3 people: both back corners, center front.
4 people: each corner.
5 people: each corner plus center.
5+: automatic rearrangement, but always maintaining equal distance among all parties (unless they’re together).