This one time, years ago, I got on onto an elevator with my brother.
I absentmindedly pressed a button, assuming the button I was pressing was for the “close door” button. And the damnest thing happened- the door won’t just shut. The more I pressed it, the longer the door won’t shut. I totally freaked. I was all like “Holy shit! This elevator is broken! OMG!! WE ARE GOING TO PLUMMET TO OUR DEATHS!!!!”
My brother then calmly reached over and pressed the “close door” button. It turns out that for the last half a second or something I was pressing the “open door” button and freaked out for no apparent reason. My brother then looked at me dead in the face and said ;
“And to think mom and dad have such high hopes for you….”
This story has no point really other then fact that I miss him.