This is Tuesday.

Awkwardness on elevators is nothing new. There’s just something inherent about having people–usually perfect strangers–standing together in a confined space, even for only a few moments, that sparks mild discomfort at best and stressful hilarity at the best of the best.

What we must determine in these split decisions is what is better for our health when we are about to get on an elevator with someone else like in the scene above:

Walking up stairs or exerting substantial energy from explaining to our random elevator mate why we are pressing every single button on the elevator panel for personal spite entertainment?

Whichever option you have the most enthusiasm for at the moment is the right choice.