Although topless women is always an interesting topic to discuss I’ll move on to another social convention that more people should know about.
When you are a passenger in a car and you arrive at your destination and the car has stopped and been shut off, open you door so the driver can push the door lock button and get out while you futz around with your purse and check your hair, and your cell phone, and your other cell phone, and your little twitter thing, and finally take off your seatbelt, during which time I could be in the house already.
Yes, I don’t care much for mixed messages. “You can glance at them but you can’t look at them” is one of them. Especially if they’re overflowing a very low cut top.
Elevators can be fun. The most fun I had in an elevator required an accomplice. He was wearing a business suit and tie and I was dressed a bit more casually. We were the last into a crowded elevator and were standing with the doors a couple inches in front of our noses. He sort of loudly, but certainly clearly, said to me, “Well, I’ll take your case, but you have to tell me why you killed that woman.” And I replied, in a clear tone, “Well, I had to, didn’t I? She was looking at the back of my head!”
I have a cartoon on my wall that has a woman saying to a plastic surgeon: “I want you to make them big enough that I can yell at men for looking at them.”
The caption is “Why men will never understand women.”
To the op, that fun elevator game aside, elevator behavior is full of those unwritten rules, where to stand, eye contact or not, that vary much between cultures.