Elevator Etiquette

Yes indeed, there is such a thing as elevator etiquette, and no, I'm not talking about whatever frisky happenings occur after those doors close. That's between you and your hunny! The only rule applicable to that situation is, never get caught! What I'm talking about is what happens when the doors open.

Three days a week I ride the A Elevator to the first floor of Memorial Hospital and stumble down the hallway for a long night of nursing. The last thing I need is to walk off that elevator aggrevated because someone insists on breaking the rules of elevator loading and unloading.

I don't care if you hold the door for me, or if you're one of those people who sees me coming and sneers at me as your silhouette disappears behind the closing doors. I don't even care if you break wind while we're riding along. But please, for Pete's sake, when those doors open wait your turn to get out!

I really have no idea why this bothers me, but it does.

Here's how it's supposed to go: You decide whether you need to go up or down and wait about 10 years for the dang thing to come to you. When the doors open you wait until all the people already on the elevator decide where they need to go, and then you allow them to get off! Then, and only then, is it Kosher for you to get on.

I don't understand why this is so hard to understand, and I would think that most people would recognize that it's rude to be pushing past people who are trying to get to their destination, but oh well, silly me, uneducated Yankee. . . .