So there I was, on my way home from a long day. I hit the button for the elevator to take me to my 9th floor apartment. The doors opened, and I got in the elevator. I held the doors for a guy, about my age, to get in as well. I hit the number 9.

He hit the number 2.

2nd floor? Really buddy? You're going to slow down MY LIFE to save you from walking a single flight? FURTHERMORE, the elevator takes longer to go one floor. YOU are going OUT OF YOUR WAY to slow me down.

It is unacceptable to take the elevator one floor unless you are an old lady.