Okay, everyone, pay attention now. Running for an elevator when the door is closing is the height of arrogance.
People who do this are basically saying to everyone on the elevator, “Hey wait for me. Look at me, I’m running. I can’t possibly wait 30 more seconds for the next elevator. You must all wait. Wait, wait, wait for me. Now everyone move over so I can squeeze into this tiny space with my purse and my lunch and my big-ass bag full of God knows what.”
I love to look at them and pretend like I’m trying to punch the open button and shrug helplessly like I’m an idiot who just can’t figure out which button to push as I casually push the close button. I am the queen of non-confrontational confrontation.