Really? Well, thanks for your advice.

Yesterday, my train to work was pulling into the platform and I was stood by the door. This carries privilege and responsibility. Privilege, because you're the first person who gets to get off the train. Responsibility because you're in charge of opening the doors. This is responsibility I am used to, though. I pushed the 'Open' button down, waiting for the driver to release the doors, as the train stopped.

Then someone behind me, absent-mindedly or nervously perhaps, muttered 'Push'.

This bit me. It wounded me. All the air went from my lungs momentarily, and inside at least, I bent double. I cannot think of anyone I know, except my youngest cousins, Noah and (Damn, can't remember, only met him once but he's a mere 7 months old, so the point stands - Sorry, Neil and Sam) who needs instructions on how to use buttons. I found myself saying, as audibly as was possible 'Well, it's a good thing you told me', once the driver released the doors and they openend instantly.

Incidentally, a google search for "How to push a button" turns up a lot of people saying how some people don't even know how to push a button, but no instructions from which such people can learn. I guess if you have to ask, then you'll never really know.