Imagine heading to work and stepping into an empty elevator that stinks of a mixture of body odor, feces and overripe cologne. You decide to take it to the lobby anyway, just hoping that it doesn't stop, because anyone who gets in will assume that it was you.
Then, just your luck, it stops at the next floor down and a gorgeous hotty steps into the elevator with you and immediately grimaces, giving you a “disgusted” look.
Do you:
a) blush and ride quietly, knowing that she will forever burn an image of you as an asshole in her mind, wishing that you'd just taken the stairs.
b) grimace sympathetically, apologize for the unfortunate circumstances of your chance meeting and try to make the most out of a bad first impression, hoping that she lets you off the hook.
c) complain that you will be demanding a refund of your condo fees and plan to move to a better class of building, then lecture her, to not jump to conclusions, promising to show her a better time on your next encounter.
d) just admit that the feces stained shirt in the corner of the elevator is the one you wore the night before for your pub-crawl, but that you can't remember anything that happened after 9pm.
e) all of the above.
Tolerance is understanding that we all will end up on the bottom. Our behavior on the journey is how we measure our humanity.