Elevation

here's a hypothetical scenario for you. don't think about it too long or blood will shoot out your eyes. you approach a tall, young man not unlike myself. he's standing in front of three elevators, staring at them patiently. the call button is lit up. how insane do you have to be to walk over and press the call button and stare expectantly for the doors to open? because i'm pretty sure at least 90 percent of the people who work in or visit the building where i work are pretty goddamn insane.