When I lived in the south, you could always tell a southern “gentleman” from a northerner by their elevator etiquette. In the south, the men will let the ladies get on the elevator first, often making a show of it. If it’s a northerner that has not adapted to the southern gentleman code of ethics, they will often brusquely push past you to get on the elevator first like it’s some race. Sometimes, they don’t even have the courtesy or the patience to wait for the passengers to get OFF the elevator before they make a move to get on the elevator pushing the button furiously while sighing and channeling their inner Alice In Wonderland Rabbit with the attitude of “I’m Late I’m Late I’m Late!”
Having moved back up north, while I’m comforted in the fact that we really did win the war, I’m now baffled by the new style of elevator etiquette which is “first on the elevator means you are the **@#*#*@@* doorman and have to inquire as to everyone’s floor”. Umm… what happened to get on elevator, push the floor button and handle your own business? Since when should I be wearing a friggin’ doorwoman costume and sweetly inquire to these non-southern gentlemen, “Floor please?”
So, I have to ask – what truly is elevator etiquette and am I missing a page in my elevator book of manners?