It bugs me when i'm standing in front of the elevator, the light is on, therefore proving I have pushed the button, and some schmo comes along and pushes it again.
I do this, but it's because (a) I've already committed to pushing the button and I'm on autopilot and (b) I've been caught several times standnig there thinking I was waiting with somebody else for the elevator and then because I wasn't paying attention to the little light I didn't realize that it hadn't been pushed. Most I'm already thinking about something else by the time I'm approaching the elevator.
There's also a tiny bit of OCD involved, I suspect, with a dash of Magical Thinking.
The Organ Mountains aren't really that massive, but they are very dramatic.
This is the sort of view my aunt and uncle have in their back yard in colorado. (If I'm oriented right, they live at the edge of the trees closest to the peaks.)
ita you are too funny.
The only time I find pushing the button satisfying is when it changes right afterwards, and then the satisfaction is in the change, not the push.
I went into comp sci because of the buttons (114 right now!) so I have a predisposition.
If I'm at the elevator (or crossing the street) with the blackberry or phone or PDA unsheathed, then I'm cool. Much better buttons.
So, Hec, when someone, say, oh, someone who is sort of short and stout and has great hair says, "I'm so glad you came along, I'm sure I didn't push that button right the first time," Do you...
a) snark back,
b) look confused, and then sneer, or,
c) laugh?
I will often re-push the elevator buttons at work because the elevators in my office building are psychotic. I'm on the third floor. The elevators have lit numbers telling you what floor they are on. I have pushed a button, watched an elevator go from the first to the second floor, pause, and then go back to the first floor and stay. Meanwhile, neither of the other elevators budged.
I really should take the stairs more.
So, Hec, when someone, say, oh, someone who is sort of short and stout and has great hair says, "I'm so glad you came along, I'm sure I didn't push that button right the first time," Do you...
Thinking about it, probably: a) snark back.
"You
totally
pushed it sideways! Do I look like I want to go sideways?"
or
"I was just wiping off your greasy fingerprint so you can't be placed at the scene of the crime after you kill a scientist today."
or, possibly the more contrite...
"Sorry, I'm OCD poster boy."
or
"Did I mention how much I like your hair? Your hair fucking rocks like The Pixies in 1990."
or, something like that.
It would never cross my mind that someone re-pushing the button was in anyway a reflection on me, or that they had a thought at all about the fact that I had already pushed it. I would assume they are unobservant and/or control freaky and/or mindlessly trained to hit the button whenever near elevator.