Have you ever turned down an elevator?

Today, I was running late for an exam (which I think I failed anyway) and I needed to get down a floor. I found the elevator before the stairs and decided I didn't want to waste time searching. My finger hits the button and twenty-ish seconds later, this rickety-ass elevator opens up its doors, lightly swaying as if it were hanging freely with paint peeling on the walls.

No fucking thank you; I'll just find the goddamn stairs.