Elevator- the smallest microcosm of society!

Each day, I ride up and down the elevator at least 6 times. And, I meet different people. People of all ages, all sexes, all creeds; old and young, fat and thin, male and female- and every once in a while some"one" whose sex one can never be sure of, sexy and not-so-sexy, tall and short, hairy and bald, healthy and sick, loud and silent, harsh and polite, well-suited and nearly stark naked; with all kinds of gadgetry or the lack of it.

I meet them on the elevator; I exchange polite conversations with them, and once in a while, I even take the liberty of sharing a joke with them. I have been scowled at, been given rough stares, admiring glances ( now that's one blatant lie!!!), and see-right-through-me glassy looks.

And, for etiquette, just as elsewhere, I don't fart in an elevator, I don't wear stinky clothes, I don't drool, I don't gobble down my food in the elevator. In short, I give people their own, private space in the confines of that small elevator. Just as in real life.

And, I also notice, just as in real life, there's no space for animals!