I once hypothetically saved a few dozen colleagues from dying in a fire. All of these people had at least a degree and many were educated to PhD.

The fire alarm sounded and at the bottom of a stairwell the exit door would not release until someone operated the emergency release break-glass panel. But none of these educated people grasped that. Worse still, none of them thought to use a nearby heavy steel trolley as a battering ram. One guy is trying to phone for help, which was pointless as the alarm sound makes conversation impossible.

I'm one of the last down the stairs. I look at the people, the closed door, the steel trolley, and the emergency door release panel. Realising I'm not going to have the fun of trashing the doors, I operate the release panel and we all leave.