Nobody genuinely agonizes over this one. You walk into the lobby, your hand goes to the button, and four flights vanish from your day without a thought. That is exactly why a wheel is fun here. It takes a decision you were not really making and hands it to chance, which is enough to get you up the stairs maybe half the time instead of basically never.
Stairs mean two minutes, a heart rate that briefly notices, and arriving with your coat over your arm. The elevator means arriving composed, which matters more than people admit right before a meeting, or when you are carrying a laptop bag, a coffee, and a box of pastries for the team. Neither one is a virtue. One is a small amount of movement, the other is a small amount of convenience.
So two slices, one tap, and the day has a tiny dare in it. The wheel knows nothing about your knees, your load, your lungs, or how many floors you are looking at, so it gets no vote on any of that. If the stairs are not a good idea for you today, the elevator is not a forfeit, it is the correct answer. Used on the trips that could honestly go either way, it turns autopilot into a game.