I have noticed the strangest, most predictable behavior ever since we moved into our apartment on the 35th floor. Our stay closer to the clouds called for alot more time spent in an elevator and boy has it been weird.
It all starts when you enter an elevator. They start by looking you up to down, very slowly thinking they are being discreet, when in fact they are being anything but that. Everything is noticed- your bag, your nails, your jewellery, your shoes, your clothes, why I'm sure they're even counting the wrinkles on each knuckle of mine if they could! But what else do you do right? You're shut into a closed space with an absolute stranger, being Hongkongian you wont even have basic courtesy to say hello or good morning, forget making conversation. So you start assessing the other person. once you are done with that, you keep looking up at the floors you are passing.... 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6.then you realise what a futile thing to be doing, so you look away, only to look up again 3 seconds later. We could have only moved 3 floors at best in those 3 seconds, but no we will still look at it purposefully as if it will fuel the elevator in to travelling like a rocket. Once we're done with that or in between our floor checks, we will look at our hands, because nope we've never seen them before in our lives! We will look at it from every angle almost as if it had a brand new 4 carat solitaire on it. If its a man maybe not.Then there is the watch- we have to check the time, not once in that 55 second journey, but about 3 times, because clearly we forget so we must check again and again and again.
The next time you're in an elevator with someone, notice how they behave - you could write a thesis on unnatural human behavior, purely based on elevator journeys.
ITS HILARIOUS!
It all starts when you enter an elevator. They start by looking you up to down, very slowly thinking they are being discreet, when in fact they are being anything but that. Everything is noticed- your bag, your nails, your jewellery, your shoes, your clothes, why I'm sure they're even counting the wrinkles on each knuckle of mine if they could! But what else do you do right? You're shut into a closed space with an absolute stranger, being Hongkongian you wont even have basic courtesy to say hello or good morning, forget making conversation. So you start assessing the other person. once you are done with that, you keep looking up at the floors you are passing.... 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6.then you realise what a futile thing to be doing, so you look away, only to look up again 3 seconds later. We could have only moved 3 floors at best in those 3 seconds, but no we will still look at it purposefully as if it will fuel the elevator in to travelling like a rocket. Once we're done with that or in between our floor checks, we will look at our hands, because nope we've never seen them before in our lives! We will look at it from every angle almost as if it had a brand new 4 carat solitaire on it. If its a man maybe not.Then there is the watch- we have to check the time, not once in that 55 second journey, but about 3 times, because clearly we forget so we must check again and again and again.
The next time you're in an elevator with someone, notice how they behave - you could write a thesis on unnatural human behavior, purely based on elevator journeys.
ITS HILARIOUS!
