Wrong On So Many Levels

Returning to my work floor, I got on an elevator along with several coworkers.

Me: “Third floor, please.”

The coworker next to me, standing closest to the buttons, proceeded to look waaaaay up to the ceiling. She stood on her tippy toes and tried to push the third-floor number that was on top of the elevator doors, showing what floor you were on. 

Everyone tried not to be rude, holding in their laughter. Well, they tried. 

After the second time she tried to reach for the number on top, another coworker of mine shook her head.

Other Coworker: “No, no, honey… bless your heart.”

[Other Coworker] proceeded to push the right button on the elevator.

Coworker: “Oh, you can push those buttons too?! I didn’t know!”

Me: “Yeah, those are much easier. Are you new here?”

Coworker: “No, I’ve been here a year. Why?”