box of awkward

Well I tried the stairs today.
My office is on the third floor. I sometimes take the stairs down, but have never taken them up. In my recently reformed "health-conscious" mind set I decided to use the stairs always.
I can't the third floor door is looked in the stair well. Not from the hallway, Just the other side. so I go back down the stairs and stand and wait for the elevator.
This elevator is more uncomfortable than any other elevator I've known. It has faux wood for three walls, but the fourth is the shiniest mirror ever.
I've been in mirrored elevators before, but none seem as uncomfortable as this.
So every occupant looks to the floor. I always want to do or say something, but nothing appropriate can be mustered to fill the thick, uneasy air.
Sometimes people talk. But it's weird when they won't look at you in the flesh, but prefer to look at you in the mirror. so you feel like your talking to someone is not standing less than two feet from you. Then there's that one girl from the second floor that has no objection to taking full notice of the mirror, regardless of the company. She'll pick her teeth, fix her make-up, examine her hair and various other self maintainence activities. All of which are performed about three inches from the shiney wall. Then that makes you feel uncomfortable because you begin to think , "She knows I'm in here - right? I hope she does."
Or the man that gets in fro his smoke break and acts as if the elevators packed, even when it's just you and him. so he stands real close with his cigarette-smellin-self. You don't take a giant step or two away and hold your nose and wave your hand around (like you want to) because then it would be obvious that he was too close and smells bad. And then it'd feel more awkward.
oy.
There is no end.
i think that it would be great to write a short story that is from the "fly on the wall" view in an elevator. A story that observes the characters only within those walls. Like a series of first impressions.
Maybe not.