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Picture this. You wait for the elevator, the door opens, you walk in, choose a corner and begin to walk towards it. As the door closes behind you, you try to avoid eye contact with other passengers, and quickly try to reach for the buttons to select your floor. Just as any good courteous person would do; you don't want to cause any delay.
...then, suddenly your hand touches the cold smooth steel of the elevator wall. "What's going on?", you think to yourself, "I've been taking elevators my whole life. How can I screw up so bad?" You look across the cabin, and there they are; the buttons. As far away as they can be.
To recoup some decency, you try to do the "I knew this was the wrong side" neck nod, then take a step towards the control panel, then you see a girl guarding it with her face buried in the corner. Then you stumble. With your arm mid-air, you hesitate, then she starts to utter some words, and sees your hand. Then her hand goes up, but she doesn't know your intended destination...then the silence is covered up by the motor of the unguided elevator. Pure awkwardness between you, the girl, and lifeless box ensues.
Right, the switches are ALWAYS on the wrong side. There is no rhyme or reason. There can be two elevators next to each other, but they can still be different. Is this some kind of a cruel joke?
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