More on elevators

Today the elevator I was in (after a harrowing day best left forgotten over a bottle of wine) stopped two floors short of my destination, without opening the doors. I was alone in the elevator. Interestingly, I just totally calmly pushed and held the button for my floor until the elevator went there. I was subsequently surprised by my total lack of fear etc. at the elevator stoppage. I wonder why I didn't care. Or maybe it was just that I remained calm in the face of stress. Who knows. But it was definitely a little on the weird side.