Underneath the facade of woke progressivism, we find Dicky is quite fearful and disdainful of humanity.
Don't avoid elevators. If walking behind a lone woman I will try to overtake her, either by crossing the street, or if it's a quiet backstreet moving onto the road for 30 seconds to do so. In local neighbourhood if passing someone where we are walking towards each other where they can see me coming I'll move to the other side of the same footpath but wouldn't usually cross. Often give a brief g'day as we pass though.
The idea is that if you stay behind her, it seems like you're lurking and following her, whereas if you overtake and pass her, you can demonstrate your lack of hostile intentions pretty quickly. I always try to make some noise as well -- scuff a shoe on the sidewalk, or whatever, to demonstrate that I'm not trying to stay hidden. (Another variation is to have a fake conversation on your phone, which shows that your attention is elsewhere and you're unlikely to be stalking her.) I'm 6'3" with a shaved head. Because I know that I'd be useless in a fight, it took me a while to realize that my physical size has a particular impact on people, but it does.
I telepathically call them by their name, then say "watch!" and chop my fingers off, and spray anti-freeze blood, and laugh like an idiot. They don't seem to like that, and I don't know why.
This. Not quite sure FF was confused about, since his quote cut off the rest of the sentence where I explained exactly what I do.
Always fart and do it with the knowledge that people simply cannot admit to themselves that they like smelling farts. I know this because every time I warn someone of a fart they always try to smell it. No one ever goes thank you and exits the area quickly. Everyone sniffs to smell it like you might be lying about it and then confirms it stinks. So just let it go because people love complaining and it starts conversations. Never push buttons for people because they always push them again. There could be crowds of people waiting for the elevator and all the buttons are lit, but everyone always has to press the up or down button anyway. like 50 of us were just standing there in the elevator hall just milling about like idiots until you came along and summoned the magic box for us. Why do people think the plastic or metal button can sense they are princess of the universe and their touch demands the box immediately to their floor? Oh, and if the elevators are ever too crowded jump on one going in the wrong direction. If you need to go down and it is taking forever push the up button and jump on. By the time that elevator gets back to your floor on a crowded day it is going to be full. If you are stuck in the lobby and the elevator has to go down a floor don't let it go down and back up, just jump on it when it goes down to the basement. It is only going to stop in the lobby again and this time you won't get shut out because you skipped the whole line just because you decided to go down a floor before going up.
If overtaking or crossing the street isn't a viable option, I'll say, "Behind you," to announce my presence, then nod in acknowledgement when they look back.
When you find yourself in an elevator with just a woman, it's the perfect opportunity to implement stage 1 of the D.E.N.N.I.S system So a great line is to say you were just in the building to visit your sick grandmother and take her dog for a walk
If you’re in the elevator with a lone woman, you stare at her intently and in a low voice say “Excellent. I have been searching for a new host body for some time now.”
I think it's definitely COVID. I (male) had more people (male or female) ask if it's OK if they got into the elevator with me this year than all the previous years (too many) of my life... I live in kind of a woke bubble, I would say, but it wouldn't have occured to me to ask women if they minded me being in an elevator with them if it wasn't for the fact that by now, we've been all pretty well conditioned on "close to somebody in a pretty narrow room == nooot GOOOD " reflexes in the past couple of years