I was not allowed to go in the elevator. We enter the entrance with a goose, I am in front, she is behind, speaks on the phone. I called the elevator, I went into the cabin - the girl was lost somewhere. I decided to go on foot, maybe not enough. I press the button of my floor, the doors close - and open. But there is no one there. I thought, Gluck some with the technique - I press my floor again, the doors close and open. What is it?



I look like this lady is standing on the left of the elevator, ticking the phone and pressing the call button as soon as the door closes. I ask what it is and if she will go. She moves her head “Yes,” continues to speak, but does not enter the cabin. I wait, the doors close again, she presses the button, they open. I’m starting to crack down because of this incomprehensible circus, but I say polently that I either go in or don’t touch the button. And then she says with outrage that she needs to arrange by phone, and in the elevator the phone does not catch! There is no noise here, she has an important conversation!



I have to admit, I was somewhat upset by this arrogance. I say, “And what, I’ll wait for you now, right? “” In this format, it was somehow better than “you” and “be kind,” I pulled off the button and I finally got home.