When I arrived at my night class, I decided I would take the elevator up to class. See, the building is a long way from my dorm, it's up a steep hill, and I'm out of shape, so I was too out of breath to climb the two flights of steps. I stood in the hall and waited for the elevator to come, and as the doors opened, a girl came around and asked me to hold the elevator. "My friend's coming," she explained, so I awkwardly stood in the elevator holding it open. We waited and waited, me in the elevator, she outside, apparently able to see her friend but unable to explain what was taking her so long. Finally, another person came to climb on the elevator, and she relented. "You can go on, we'll catch it the next time," she said.
Great, so I've been standing there holding the door for no reason. That's just peachy. I need to get in better shape so I can climb the stairs and not have to deal with this elevator etiquette nonsense.
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