You know who you are. The ones who hold the door for fifteen minutes to finish a conversation. The ones who stand RIGHT NEXT TO THE OTHER PASSENGER when there are only two people. The ones who go up or down ONE FLOOR (note: if you are injured, exhausted, or on your period, you are exempt from this). I have nicknamed you the Elevator People. You know who you are. And so do we. Stop before we pull out the pepper spray.