Know what I hate?
When you’re in a elevator and you’ve reached your floor, the doors pop open, and whoever is on the outside rushes into the elevator before you have a chance to get out.
…
Really?
Think about what this means.
If I’m getting out of the elevator, I’ve reached my current desired destination. The quicker I get out, the quicker I can be on my way. However, if YOU’RE forcing your way on before I get off, you can’t go anywhere until I’m off anyways, (unless of course you have the sheer audacity to hold me against my will in the elevator to wherever the hell it is you’re going) so why not look like, I don’t know, a NICE or CONSIDERATE person, and let me go first?
Due to this I think I’m going to take up standing absurdly close to the elevator doors while I ride them. That way when the doors open, not only will I scare most people waiting to get on, but for those asses who feel the need to push past me and get on the elevator first, I can beat them to it, or at least make it much more awkward and unreasonable for them.
I mean, I could never confront them about it. I hate confrontation. In fact, I’m convinced you could tie me up and throw me in a van without any explanation and I wouldn’t complain for at least an hour or so. But whatever.
Just let me off the elevator next time. Please?
