I don't usually see a lot of people when I get to the office, apart from the really nice parking garage attendants.  If I do see someone getting out of their car, I will try to give them a head start to the elevators before I get out of my car.  I just don't want to engage in awkward "stranger chat" while waiting for an elevator. 

I have to laugh though, this morning I happened to get to the elevator bank at the same time as some older guy who came from the other side of the parking garage.  He gave me the funniest look!  I felt like saying "I know I look weird. Trust me, once I get to the office and do my thing, I look presentable.  DON'T JUDGE ME MAN!".

Instead, I just stayed quiet and held the doors open for him.

Speaking of encountering people in the elevators at the office - I mentioned when I started this job that I work in a pretty affluent area (Brentwood) and, unlike most of the people who work in my building, I'm not rich.  Well, since I started, a gym has opened-up.  Now I get see (and smell) really rich people before and after they work out!  I wouldn't mind if they were nice, but so far just about all of them have been rude.

This happened day before yesterday: It's the end of the day, I'm tired and I just want to get to my car and go home.  The achingly slow elevator stops at the gym level, the doors open and...nothing.  I hear people talking, but no one getting in.  The doors start to close and I see someone move towards the door.  Like a dumbass, I stick my arm out to keep the doors open (and get my arm smushed in the process) and this gaggle of about half a dozen sweaty people get in (they were shiny, it was gross).  They spread out inside the elevator and don't even think to say "Hey, thanks for holding the door, is your arm ok?".  Instead, I get dirty looks (because it's obvious I'm not on their level) and get moved into a corner and have to hold my bag at a weird angle so they can have more space than they need to talk and gesticulate while they ride the ONE FLOOR to the valet parking level (yup, they valet park their cars).  I was so relieved when they got out.  Too bad the elevator smelled so bad!  Side note - They just went to the gym, shouldn't they use the stairs?  It's only one floor and it would be faster!

The best part of the story is that I end-up behind one of them at the exit and this guy has decided that he doesn't want to drive in sweaty clothes, so he has to change his shirt before he gets in the car.  Not just a quick change either.  A looong drawn out process (while he's chatting to his companion).  There he is, peeling off his gross shirt (doesn't towel off the sweat that's still there), opening the back door to the car, rummaging around for a clean, dry shirt (takes a while), then he puts on a new shirt, has to adjust it so it looks good (what??), then has to put the dirty shirt in the car in just the right place (apparently), because he doesn't just toss it behind the driver's seat like most people would do if they had a line of cars behind them.  I almost started crying.  All I wanted to do was go home and I was stuck.

Like you guys care about any of this, LOL.