Be Careful Who You Let Push Your Buttons

Just as the elevator moves closer and closer to your floor, your trip is deterred when the doors slowly slide open.  The young lady pleasantly smiles as she steps aboard.  She searches for the number and presses her button.  "Oh great, we were almost to my floor now we're going back down" you think to yourself.

After a moment the doors shut.  The elevator travels a couple floors and comes to another stop.  The young lady makes her exit and as soon as you know it, people are shuffling in.  "Did I come back to the lobby or is this an elevator party?!"  Your impatience grows as you watch people press their buttons.

"Thanks everyone, now I'll miss my show!"  You take a breath to yell, but it manages to stay put.  By now you're starting to feel a little claustrophobic and anxious.

"Get me outta here!" You don't know whether to yell at the elevator or the people in it.

By the time it reaches your floor, the extra waiting has got your more tired than work.  As soon as there is enough room, you storm out, barely missing the old lady struggling to get out of your way.

"Excuse you lady!"

Finally you get inside set your bags down and turn the T.V. on.  "Man, I hope I didn't miss my show!"

Now you're worrying if anything else will break your sanity.

"Geez, now I can't find the remote!"

Be careful who you let push your buttons.