Definately a Positive

Normally, I step into an elevator, squash myself into the corner, and stare fixedly at the ever-changing digital numbers displayed above the door. Avoiding the glances of my fellow sardines, I wait, wait, wait until the steel giants pry themselves open at my stop. I step out into fresh air, thankful to have rid myself of the thick, awkward silence that is characteristic of every elevator ride. And then I think of the poor suckers still inside and laugh.

But recently, I haven't had to do this.

It's simply amazing. I step into the elevator at work and strangers reveal their lives to me. Greetings are shared... and are meant! People (gasp!) smile. And make eye contact, introduce themselves, and then remember your name! It is a whole new world.

It is a whole new world and the writers of Elevator Etiquette would faint if they ever found out it exists.