Doors open. Cute family with two little kids. None of us in elevator make any effort to make room.
Me to new Great Britian friend: if I were nice I would have made room
As the door closes and none if us make eye contact.
Doors open 2 pushy Oriental individuals with too much luggage. None of us mice to make room. They push their way in.
Me to new GBF: I guess that's what I get for not being nice
New GBF to me: yeah (in a cool British accent) we'd have more room with those little kids.
Doors open, a cute Armenian woman in a wheelchair with her faithful sidekick. There is no way to make room.
New GBF to me: god hates me. I am now being cursed for not being nice.
Me to GBF: I just fell in love with you