The South is notoriously good about always letting women off of the elevators first. The only people who do not seem to respect this code seem to be manual laborers from the North, but we don't get too many in my glass tower, so most of the time the fact that I will get out of the elevator that much more quickly is so satisfying.
Until I realize that the real reason is so that the men who are left behind can check out my ass.
I become increasingly convinced every social nicety includes covert evil. Or sex.