PERFORMANCE UNDER PRESSURE
What We All Should Be Doing In An Elevator
I’m not a dick. I’m the polar opposite of a dick

I used to get into an elevator and press the button of the floor number I go to and wait five seconds until the elevator door closes automatically — like a normal boring human being. I never pressed the close door button because I can wait five seconds.
What am I going to do in five seconds? Save the planet from climate change? Why do I have to spend my energy searching for the button among numerous buttons and then press it? I just look for my floor number button and press it. Boring but efficient!
Recently my failproof elevator method faced a crisis in a shopping mall. In the five-second window of the elevator door closing, there was an old woman outside, waving at me to stop the door from closing.
Pressing the open door button when the door is closing is against my rules. I never find it easy to find where that button is anyway. There are too many buttons. Yet, being the selfless guy I am, I searched for the open door button, which was also against my rules. I had just made up a new rule that old women could be an exception. Again, selfless. But five seconds were up. I couldn’t find the button. That button didn’t exist. The door shockingly closed. She made a face.
How am I the asshole here? Why can’t the woman wait five minutes for my elevator to come back to her after dropping me off? She’s not going to save the planet from climate change in those five minutes.
Five hours later, I saw the same woman again, standing inside the elevator. This time, I was on the receiving end — outside the elevator.
I raced toward her and waved at her to stop the elevator door from closing. She didn’t. She saw me. Was it deliberate? I saw her reaching for the button. Was it a fake reach? What if she genuinely couldn’t find the open door button? I would understand if that was the reason. Or was she too slow to press the open door button? I would understand that as well. Everyone considers the age factor.
What if she was taking revenge on me when I was not in the wrong in the first place? Isn’t she the asshole here?
It got me thinking — why do we have to get in the elevator, press the floor number, and wait for the door to close even if we somehow successfully manage to find the close door button and press it while facing toward the elevator door? Why are we facing the door?
We don’t really want people to come with us. We don’t want to look at them while they run and wave at us. We can’t always find the open door button even if we wholeheartedly want to open the door for them. It’s not like we’re leaving them outside while a bunch of zombies is chasing them.
The five-second window is too short for me to find something utterly missing. I never perform well under pressure. How am I a dick for even trying?
I’m not a dick. I’m the polar opposite of a dick. I’m just mildly incompetent, especially under pressure. Last night, after drinking eleven cups of chamomile green tea in an hour, I know exactly what I have to do without being labeled as a dick in this cruel society. I know what we all should be doing in an elevator to avoid unnecessary drama.
Get this — I’ll get into an elevator, press the floor number I go to, and turn around — 180 degrees — until the elevator moves — 110%. I won’t know who’s waving at me to stop the elevator door from closing. I won’t see them. They can’t see me. They can’t make a face. They can scream at me. I’ll be wearing my AirPods Pro — with noise cancellation mode activated. Boring but efficient!
If they can make it in the five-second window, good for them. If they can’t, good for zombies. Also, elevator manufacturers should find a way to put the buttons on the backside for our convenience. Interesting and efficient!
Who’s a dick now?
I’ll tell you who — a dick with no face!!
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A special thanks to Andrew Rodwin for his meticulous editing and his additional jokes.
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