Mirror weirdness?
Have you ever found yourself in a mirrored elevator, and had someone come in and start fixing their hair and doing their makeup, while you are trying really hard to pretend that you don’t notice their vanity?
Why is it acceptable to check yourself out when no one is in the elevator, but not okay when someone else is around?
Is it just me, or does that strike others as weird, too? I wouldn’t think of playing with my hair, or even glancing sideways to ensure my clothes are straight when there’s someone standing there next to me.
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Shut up!!!! That was our secret! Geeezz
I can handle the checking the hair and make-up…it’s the cell phone conversations that annoy me!
Elevator Etiquitte is just unusually bizarre isn’t it? Who made up these rules of behavior? Like how no one is allowed to talk in there…you could be in mid-conversation and as soon as those doors close…instant silence. Or how about how everyone has to look forward at all times. It’s just people riding in a box! Why we gotta be all quiet? Ahhh…social behavior. Perplexing but fascinating to watch! Perhaps this is why I’m such a reality tv junkie?
This might brand me as woo-woo crazy, but what about the Elevator Dance?
You know, when you’re alone in the elevator and you do a little bum wiggle and shuffle to the resonant frequency of the elevator? It’s uber-embarrassing when you stop at an unscheduled floor and someone walks in.
We can elevator dance if we want to
We can leave the first floor behind
Cuz your friends don’t elevator dance
And if they don’t elevator dance
Then their head’s probably fine.
Woo-woo crazy…
I have an entire rant (http://colene.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_colene_archive.html#93520857) about elevator etiquette (naturally).
I’ve never really done any fixing of myself while other people are around but maybe a quick glance. Anything more than a glance just seems weird
Mirrors were made for looking…so why not look? There are only a few elevators in Nelson so I don’t get to fix my hair and makeup very often…
When I’m in an elevator with people, it’s mouth shut, eyes front. However, when I’m alone, I’ll do anything from check my pantyline to pick parsley out of my teeth. Occasionally I wonder though, about those buildings with cameras in the elevators, and wonder if there’s anyone watching me hitch up my stockings….