Ah, the joys of elevators in old buildings ("pre-war" as we call them, to make ourselves feel like we're part of history rather than just paying too much for dilapidated housing). In any case, these are not "smart" elevators. They go up and down in the order in which buttons are pressed. So when I get in on the first floor and push my floor button, if in the intervening thirty seconds or so someone in the basement has managed to push the button first, down I go, instead of up to my floor. It is one of those little things that most people don't typically have to deal with on a daily basis, and one of the "charms" of living in New York (well, at least in a "prewar" building).
Verdict: Minor, but repeatedly annoying, so Hate New York Today
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