Kicking Puppies and Taking Names: Why We Misbehave in Elevators


If I could ride in an elevator with anyone, either living or dead, I would most definitely pick Sigmund Freud. Not because a 30-seconds-long vertical journey would be time enough to permit any kind of meaningful psychological exchange between the Good Herr Doktor and I – it’d be time enough to summon a pithy, off-cuff interpretation…